forget That's something I'll never permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things low-low
what you're talkin' about, drop science Every chance you get, hit direct and indirect, speak in code 'Cause you're never alone that's why I use this low
bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo You niggas wanna be low When I'm on the east
's burst their bubble But we'll be getting by alright, uh uh uh Midnight is on the low No front just sing the flow We're speaking all in code To get
's a thin line between love and hate It's five o'clock in the mornin' and you're just gettin' in You knock on the front door and a voice sweet and low
The credits roll, the camera pans And in the mist our hero stands He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer An awkward pause, then what?s my
Posner] Just because you know me, you don't know me I've been tryin' to do it big since '03 And I got a little big keepin' low key Tryin' to keep up
I got to, I just got to Not a little a lot from rap, but raw product I'm probably on the East getting it in On the low, since I met Stunna, I get them
threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks The murder of a teenage chief My easy speaking
[Male voice talking] Right now with the situation gettin' better So I'm doin' you things, holla [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out Now
to forget That's something I'll never permit When I feel my eye twitch things happen And my voice start speaking a diffrent pitch Trying to keep things low-low
the shadows away from prying eyes. Hiding out from those we know. Secrets whispers voices low. Pulses racing hearts aflame, a love that dare not speak
pizza arrived, and the mother superior began to bless the food. Now this woman normally had a gruffed low-pitched speaking voice but as soon as she began to pray he voice
compliment. And if my money's not good enough, I can go elsewhere. HIGGINS. (recorded voice, speaking) Good enough for what? ELIZA. (recorded voice, still speaking
We can do it! Gotta play! Stick with what you know We can do it! Hip hop hooray! She has gotta go We can do it! Creme Brulee! Keep your voice down low
Lay low for thy name's sake El Matador, Louisiana Like a voice in an empty house Breathe your breath and speak to me And speak through me Speak to
cries while the spirit stumbles The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent The voice can't bear anymore strain But speaks without
