2past3 Songtext
von Apollo’s Interlude
2past3 Songtext
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
About time
My rhymes find
A deeper meaning like a shovel
In its prime
How can I
Lie to y′all
I play the gent
But I too can ball
Your ruse will fall like the tears of God
Upon the sod
Under the cleats
Of the feet
Of an athlete
The sprint in a track meet
Stronger than last week
How meek, can a mil be
Could be my skin and couldn't feel me
This is hip hop′s dream
H-Town's lean
I'm 1920
I brought the swing
Dancing to my own tunes
Breathing in my own fumes
FL Junkie don′t mess with Pro Tools
You other dudes old news
You just mad cuz I′m stylin on ya
Like a hairdo
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
It's my time to hop on the track
Crown Jones tagged me in like that
I swear I didn′t want to do no singing
Just wanted to be the one penning
But today's music is nonsense
We be Superman swoop down and save it
Cuz I don′t even listen to the radio
Auxiliary cord, plug in the Zune, let's hit the road
Pardon our manners let me introduce us
Apollo′s Interlude here to make music adjust
I am C.Nichole and he is Crown Jones
He raps and produce and I sing and write them songs
So it's
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
About time
My rhymes find
A deeper meaning like a shovel
In its prime
How can I
Lie to y′all
I play the gent
But I too can ball
Your ruse will fall like the tears of God
Upon the sod
Under the cleats
Of the feet
Of an athlete
The sprint in a track meet
Stronger than last week
How meek, can a mil be
Could be my skin and couldn't feel me
This is hip hop′s dream
H-Town's lean
I'm 1920
I brought the swing
Dancing to my own tunes
Breathing in my own fumes
FL Junkie don′t mess with Pro Tools
You other dudes old news
You just mad cuz I′m stylin on ya
Like a hairdo
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
It's my time to hop on the track
Crown Jones tagged me in like that
I swear I didn′t want to do no singing
Just wanted to be the one penning
But today's music is nonsense
We be Superman swoop down and save it
Cuz I don′t even listen to the radio
Auxiliary cord, plug in the Zune, let's hit the road
Pardon our manners let me introduce us
Apollo′s Interlude here to make music adjust
I am C.Nichole and he is Crown Jones
He raps and produce and I sing and write them songs
So it's
Two past three and we still in the first
Live body music evading a hearse
We just do what we think works
You just spy you known to lurk
And not in the way we do it
Got our number you can lose it
Cuz when they doubted we proved it
That we make champagne music
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