to prove That Evel E is the great. His cuts are real not fake Not emulated effects or a play back tape So suckers witness your fate while Evel demonstartes
Sipser. Samadia Music (ASCAP) Bahamadia appears courtesy Goodvibe/B-Girl/J. Core Recordings. Live Horns by Paula Henderson and Steve Moses. Bass by Walter
] Check a blank to the boogie And up chuck a boogie To the rhythym of the boogie to be [x2] There it go like simple the plainness The prominent bassness
pains 'Cause the history is difficult Wish the results could be flipped like reciprocals Allow me to remunerate aloud the typical Rude awakenings of the drowsy consumer base Bass
going Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass
great, get it straight 'cause that's my fate My name is Run, I'm number one, that's how I rate He's in the place with the bass and style and grace His
You got to hear it under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they soundin' sharp The bass play the
playa, let it be known, that we're trues wit weapons, double are steppin, Mo Thug militant soldiaz, sucka betta feel this bass, on tha real this fate
you been told About that funk bass control Dat funk baby, dat funk Dat funk baby, dat funk I don't know what you been told About that funk bass control
troubles, life is the bubbles Under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they soundin' sharp The bass
got to hear it under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they're soundin sharp. The bass play the brass
spirit, you got to hear it Under the sea The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they sounding sharp The bass play
blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Benson Hurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
What a difference a day makes Where a little girl once stood Now sits an empty bass Cold and shiny, hard and tiny Difficult to wash away Oh, monsters
my brain through this glass toupee Fuck this, how 'bout I just smack you bitch? Save that 4th Reich boogie for them plastic twits Or the old women of fate
better, somehow, someway Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday So then I stay, and with my words I don't play Though I fate, and patiently
. Baby make your body rock. Give no thought to the plot of people 'round the world. Emptiness, sanity, add more weight increase the gravity. Feel the bass
