paroles de chanson Calm Tornado - Homeboy Sandman

I turn down tail cats fiend for
Decathlete
What I need caffeine for?
Classically
Fa la la la gasoline
While I'm half asleep
Listen carefully
"Sand, you ain't gotta write no masterpiece,
You got advanced degrees"
Please. Peace.
I dream weave
My funk richer than your regular reek
Rhythm is the true religion
I rock secular jeans
That was me enforcing in streets
While the bosses at a trippa and suffritt
And I won't cease 'til my people are freed
It's now too hot in kitchens that were frigid originally
Maybe you should leave
Been froze opponents into polar ice
Hand on my cojones
You've never beholded a potenter poltergeist
The blue is demons
The police is pro DePaul
As far as bucking the protocol, I'm known as the prototype
The greater part of performers are cut and paste
My comments is anything but commonplace
My parlance is what'd be born if transformers and phonics could fornicate

THE FIRST SIXTEEN BARS ARE THE STORM
MAKE SURE PLENTY OF BOTTLED WATER IS KEPT
THERE'S 'BOUT TO BE A
"WHEWWWWWWW"
THE LIKES OF WHICH YA'LL NEVER SEEN
SEE

THE FINAL EIGHT BARS ARE THE STORM
THERE ISN'T A BARN I AIN'T WILLING TO WRECK
THERE'S 'BOUT TO BE A
"WHOOOOOOOOOW"
YA'LL WILL NEVER FORGET

My beard rubberband matches my outfit
I'd like to make an announcement
My outfit is thick
I stick fingers in outlets
No llama can outspit
No Jet leader can outriff
I leave space kinda like Alf did
Seen dark nights kinda like Alfred
Kinda like Alfredo
Saucy
Platano Plato
Radio won't play though
DJ's on the payroll
No bueno!
"Sand they're playing you're record on the radio right now though"
Oh, perhaps they know
This is not your typical plain old
Average Joe verses
It's Joe versus the volcano!
Hobbes, Locke, and Aesop's fables
Planet Rock, Janis Joplin, Bach
Hands that rocked cradle
"Sand, build a ark, save the art,"
Cried a archangel with a cocked halo
I had to nod, I could not say no
I wrote the calm and the tornado
'Cause Americana's been conned and been clogged
I been called Drano
Sure as sand's where sea meets San Remo
I'll see you and raise you and I'm Razor Ramon

THE FIRST SIXTEEN BARS ARE THE STORM
MAKE SURE PLENTY OF BOTTLED WATER IS KEPT
THERE'S 'BOUT TO BE A
"WHEWWWWWWW"
THE LIKES OF WHICH YA'LL NEVER SEEN
SEE

THE FINAL EIGHT BARS ARE THE STORM
THERE ISN'T A BARN I AIN'T WILLING TO WRECK
THERE'S 'BOUT TO BE A
"WHOOOOOOOOOW"
YA'LL WILL NEVER FORGET

"You can't write twenty four bar verses
You can't talk in third person
They won't purchase
And why you call yourself the dream merchant?
You're too deep
Need to call yourself a sea urchin
And stop blabbing how you cut grass
How cutting grass helped you see serpents
People need purple, not purpose
Rappers 'posed to be earning, not be earnest
You provide a simple service
Go ahead and sip some syrup
You're not a civil servant
It never hurts to stir up a little skirmish
It never hurts to steer the herd towards being serfs and being servants instead of being insurgents
That's more profits, pockets, purses
That's a art you need to perfect, nobody's perfect"
Nobody 'cept for everybody
You not up to foil Illuminati
You probably groggy from flouride in Dasani
I quit the lawyering to loiter in lobbies
The voices in my noggin say "remember 'Nam and remember Nagasaki"
As far as what is now occuring
What does it have in common?
Is it a carbon copy?
Industry beef is increased to keep peeps from peeping what's in their beef and broccoli
Signs is ominous
Obviously Aki
There's something brewing besides batters in Milwaukee