The "Cigarillo" song, a famous radio commercial from the 60s/70's. ...The "Cigarillo" song, a famous radio commercial from the 60s/70's. Funky big band sound with superb drum break at the beginning of the song.
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female ...Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
Lyrics ... Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
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
Lyrics ... Explicit language. Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
Lyrics ... Punchy, attitude & bold chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in ...Punchy, attitude & bold chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We stand united defending what's ours. Male rapper, male backing vocals, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.
ES:
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
Riding on the bike con los vatos en la acera
4 pretty girls manejando un panamera
Los primos try the rizz on the chicks
Quien pudiera
Pero como Sammy Sosa los batearon para afuera
Hacemos lo quiera pero con lo que se pueda
Vida sin complicaciones esa es nuestra manera
Sonreímos siempre donde quiera y como quiera
La familia y los amigos esa es nuestra bandera
I'm feeling like im flying
Rhyming at my desire
Por mi barrio siempre fighting
Rápido como lightning
In the streets im surviving
While I'm rapping
About rising
I'm the best no pretend I'm on fire
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
Siempre ponemos el corazón
Unidos no importa la situación
Aunque se caiga el mundo y creamos que no hay razón
Estaremos siempre al frente defendiendo
Nuestro honor
Ando con mi clicka making plans
The radio is exploding and the DJ play my tracks
Maybe one day we are making racks
Pero ahora no me importa todo lo hago por mis fans
My mama told me one day
Mijo se que triunfarás
Se que triunfarás
Se que triunfarás
Theres no chance to me
To pick the wrong way
Theres no chance to me
To pick the wrong way
Pues ando chambeando por mi family all day
All day, all day
Mi camino es el rap
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
EN:
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
Riding on the bike with the guys on the sidewalk
Four pretty girls driving a Panamera
The cousins try the rizz on the chicks
Who could
But like Sammy Sosa, they batted them out
We do what we want but with what we can
Life without complications, that's our way
We smile always, wherever and however
Family and friends, that's our flag
I'm feeling like I'm flying
Rhyming at my desire
For my neighborhood, always fighting
Fast like lightning
In the streets, I'm surviving
While I'm rapping
About rising
I'm the best, no pretending, I'm on fire
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
We always put our heart
United no matter the situation
Even if the world falls apart and we think there's no sense
We'll always be at the forefront defending
Our honor
I'm with my clique making plans
The radio is exploding and the DJ plays my tracks
Maybe one day we're making racks
But now I don't care, I do everything for my fans
My mama told me one day
Son, I know you'll succeed
I know you'll succeed
I know you'll succeed
There's no chance for me
To pick the wrong way
There's no chance for me
To pick the wrong way
Because I'm working for my family all day
All day, all day
My path is rap
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
Lyrics ... Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung ...Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. Sometimes life can feel lonely, cause you have to work hard to make it happen. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, vinyl scratch fx, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.
ES:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
La neta stop
No le juegues al vergas
Que yo no soy la cops
Yo si saltaré la cerca
Hold your breath mijo
Or they gonna find us
Corre hasta al amanecer
Esconde lo que traigo
Make the call to the primos
They know how to do
Solo sigue corriendo
Esa es la actitud
Corazón de león
Carrera de campeón
Una sola razón
Lograr salir del callejón
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If a start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
On the cops
No te fies de él
Solo es un pinche mamón
Trust your own hands son
Pa' que salgas adelante
Hasta en la peor situación
Juh, prende la lección
Recuerda que el diamante
También nació del carbón
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work to hard for make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants go
If I step in it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
Y empezó el descontrol
Escaping from the roof
If you fall you're gonna lose
A run into the car
Start the engine fool
Eeeeergh
Encendimos el low rider
Ahora ando con mis compas
Y no creo que me alcancen
Venimos desde abajo
Y no creo que nos alcancen
Never gonna lose
One, two, three, four!
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
EN:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Hands up
Let this start again
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
For real, stop
Don't play tough
I'm not the cops
I'll jump the fence
Hold your breath, son
Or they'll find us
Run until dawn
Hide what you carry
Make the call to the cousins
They know what to do
Just keep running
That's the attitude
Lionheart
Champion's race
One reason only
To try and get out of the alley
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If I start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
With the cops
Don't trust him
He's just a damn jerk
Trust your own hands, son
To get ahead
Even in the worst situation
Huh, learn the lesson
Remember that the diamond
Also comes from coal
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work too hard to make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants to go
If I step in, it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
And the chaos begins
Escaping from the roof
If you fall, you're gonna lose
Run to the car
Start the engine, fool
Eeeeergh
We ignited the low rider
Now I'm with my buddies
And I don't think they'll catch me
We come from the bottom
And I don't think they'll catch us
Never gonna lose