Algebra Songtext
von Soul Hooligan
Algebra Songtext
Kept back by the deeper rumblings in my breast
Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest
Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet
Mad lines from a stranger you′ve already met
Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed
I′m full yet I cannot fit inside my vest
'Where's he at?′ is the question I refuse to get
Here I′m at. Right here. In your headphone set.
You'll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly
Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie
Suck it deep: don′t let it interrupt your sleep
You'll get fleas and disease when you′re counting your sheep
If you please, don't please ′em - run 'em off the ranch
Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch
Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do
B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know.
You′ll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
It′s the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N.
The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen
C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.
What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend
Going N to the E the B the U.L.A.
Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say
H the double O the L the I the G.A.N.
Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan.
You′ll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
Bad vibes putting mad pressure on my chest
Fly time is a rhythm clocking exocet
Mad lines from a stranger you′ve already met
Tribal is the plate I'm eating from, you guessed
I′m full yet I cannot fit inside my vest
'Where's he at?′ is the question I refuse to get
Here I′m at. Right here. In your headphone set.
You'll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
Two truths make a lie, first you die then fly
Cross the sky - jambalaya with your chocolate pie
Suck it deep: don′t let it interrupt your sleep
You'll get fleas and disease when you′re counting your sheep
If you please, don't please ′em - run 'em off the ranch
Let them grow like leaves then rip 'em off the branch
Fly time is a rhythm clocking do-si-do
B-boys rocking with the freak-freak: so now you know.
You′ll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
It′s the P.H.A.R.M.A.K.O.N.
The remedy, yes the cure from the poisonous pen
C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.
What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend
Going N to the E the B the U.L.A.
Burning all the competition with the rhymes that I say
H the double O the L the I the G.A.N.
Now the soul is what will signify the hooligan.
You′ll try to diss
Take a crack at this
Not algebra or calculus.
So take a crack at this now.
Writer(s): Austin Reynolds, Peter Andres Marriott, Philippe Tristan Fragione, Mark Humes, James Barclay Sumner, Dave Jay, Keith Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com