Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music
by Chomsk'
(rap)







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Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings

I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go

see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine


How about you
?


Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say


This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.


Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.

Everybody Wants

Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo

(chorus)
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la la

(Mattic's Part)

I want her in the worst way
but first let me talk about her
Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen
Walking in Le Havre
She's the one I Got to have
Juggling with my words
Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing

Her frame, jabbing to my face
open the case and see
the best imprint of star elegance
Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself
Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.

Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular
Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular
Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie
That's a quote from the Wreckester
Your shine can't hide.

(chorus)

Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song

La la la That's what I want
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala That's what I want
La la la la
Get nasty with it

GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky

(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music

Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music

The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.

Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.

And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.

Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.

Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
They think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you

When they watch ya

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
they think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you
When they watch ya

Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!

MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky


So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

I lef mi mooma and A lef mi papa inna Sokodé
I lef mi bredda and a lef mi sista fi di land of plenty
I ran to di river di Kara river and A wash mi body deh
I asked sweet Dora from Bassila "Gimme Illa glacé"

I'm from far lalalalala
ah selema tumbé mama selema selema selema selema selema tumbe I am from far
meyi afemé!

Ah miss mi fufu mi bredda Fofo and mi can o' Milo
Samsamé Mango Bafilo Aneho di pickney sey "yovo!"
ah miss Fafavi, princess Mawussi, Karin o memba me...
nights in Togoville and days pon de hill,
evryting cook and curry!

ah lef mi mooma and ah miss mi papa, mi hometown Sokodé
ah lef mi bredda dear ol' sista oh carry mi deh
run tell di river di Kara river I know mi go die deh
mi cowry shell choker, I man joker, bro Yema pray for me