Lyrics:
The Sound The One And A Half Minute Song

I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project nigga, that

lying, and not very happy about it (***) here she's trying to sound cheerful but actually sounds desperate (****) this may come as a shock to all western

on a sidewalk" when things get rough/ don't sweat it sometimes in life you just have to let it and sing out a song / so strong that even a bad dream

with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit You can make a double album, won't have one hit

thought ______ your single was hot? I wrote that shit five minutes in a parking lot I'm the one that your man ______ had to go and get Cause he smoked

and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged

I'll answer that in a ?minute? 'cause Satan keeps on beeping me Chorus Verse 3: Blood! Rising like a flash flood enough to fill a bath-tub Just check

way after midnight Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite Apply the same ideology of b-boys demented to the mic And scratch the sounds like a

come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me. And one, two.... and one, two, one, two together. And one. (THEY begin to dance. After a while, NORMA snaps