Текст песни theme from flo jack - m-flo
※No,
you
know,
tomorrow
won′t
come
so
soon,
I
gotta
get
through
to
you
No,
you
know,
tomorrow
won't
come
so
soon,
I
gotta
make
that
move
No,
you
know,
tomorrow
won′t
come
so
soon,
It'ssomethin'
I′ve
gotta
do
No,
you
know,
tomorrow
won′t
come
so
soon,
I
gotta
get
through
to
you※
Featuring
the
staunch
lyricist,
The
verbiage
with
turbulance
supernatural,
The
vertebrate,
sure
to
lift
roof
tops
The
journalist,
correctin'
y′all
with
rhetorics,
like
litmus,
Test
y'all
no
need
to
withdraw,
we
gold
medalists
Make
the
people
go
apes,
as
I
locate
Choice
vocabulary,
to
rotate
bodies,
my
head
aches,
For
mistaken
ones
receiving
blatant
puns,
live
and
direct,
From
Verbal′s
high
maintenance
poetry...
MC's
best
lo
and
be-hold
I
know
you
peepin
this
like
key-holes,
when
I
freak
flows
Wack
shows
get
vetoed,
propellin′
'em
to
outter
limits
Thoughts
developin',
light
′em
up
like
filaments,
At
late
night
like
Letterman
David,
I
make
statements,
aiming
directly
With
the
gift
that
God
sent
me,
no
doubt
it′s
strictly
The
truth
engulf
avalanche
with
impulse,
Bigger
than
what,
tenfold,
we
the
vigilantes
With
bent
bows,
you
know?
(※くり返し)
Late
midnight
run,
sometimes
I
feel
so
blue
I
pass
one
hundred,
like
I
never
knew
I
close
my
eyes,
pretended
that
you
are
here,
yeh
And
let
these
simple
words
flow
till
you
disappear.
I
establish
an
order
in
this
sector,
Guardian
angel
reflect
the
light,
lyrically,
I
own
the
mic,
you
slept,
the
demo
tape
that
You
ejected
haunt
you,
return
you
want
to,
Hand
with
the
one
you
dissed
before
and
slander
Presently
and
conjure
up
some
hallucination,
Identify
the
stations
where
my
vocal's
heard
count
The
total
verbs,
you
be
flipping
at
the
load
of
words
My
destiny′s
set
pre-naturally,
forget
Maybelline,
I
got
no
maybe's
running
more
slow,
than
your
Nose
without,
antihistamine,
I′m
in
the
future,
MC's
who
misdemean,
Is
left
to
be
history
so
who′d
ya
Think
you
spittin'
at,
I
represent
a
different
map
Hip
Hop
diplomat,
iceberg
You
seeing
the
tip
of
that,
see
right
through
ya
Like
the
original
flo-jack
God-glorifying
Poor
spiritual
aristocrat
remain
anonymous,
My
lyrics
outfit
astronomers
air-tight
apparels,
Third
commandment
for
idolaters
(※くり返し)
I've
been
wondering
what′s
gotten
into
me
Those
sweet
words
are
hard
to
believe
Stop
playing
games
and
let
me
let
you
know
It
ain′t
just
what
you
show
but
why
you
show
this.
「Verbal
flow
like
there's
no
tomorrow.」
Yo
let
me
constellate
and
track
with
verbiage
I
extract
expect
no
less
but
maximum
The
cat′s
be
done
with
this
illness
I
contact
I
commit
the
act
of
subtraction
On
wack
ones
even
snatch
crumbs,
On
financially
bad
months,
yo
you'd
be
messing
With
the
rare
specimen,
Whose
vision
is
endangered
just
Cause
you
ancient
and
tangent
off
the
track
While
I
be
ever-changing
you
wonder,
Where
all
these
thoughts
come
from
Verbal,
The
mind-toucha,
enveloping
you
like
Won
ton,
As
I′m
rhyming
like
it
was
vomit,
profusely,
Pardon
the
language,
now
excuse
me
As
I
enter
the
my
archives
and
choose
the
methods
by
Which
to
carry
out,
whether
By
land
or
aerial
cause
this
kid
cannot
be
Stereo-typed,
got
more
brothers
than
Mario
ripe
for
harvest,
new-jack,
But
not
a
novice
call
this
the
hip
hop
fan,
Blowing
away
emcees
like
sawdust
I
promise,
I
ain't
your
average
artist,
My
thought
is
looking
to
God
for
direction,
And
not
to
goddesses.
Come
closer
look
and
see
Is
this
Reality
Believe
and
truth
shall
set
you
free
Unchained
this
soul
of
mine
To
cross
this
great
divide
Through
endless
ages
and
Through
time
(※くり返し)
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