[the sounds of someone tuning a station on the radio] A great day for a tune
[The sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
[the sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
country rap tunes The Dirty South is what it's about Poin up smokin it out Keepin it hot like the middle of June It's the Texas tycoons makin country rap tunes
verse man) you freeze up like a mannequin Petrol, you let go, the wax for the new jacks to dwell upon you're steppin on the trigger as the tune smacks
"You are sleeping! You do not want to believe. You are sleeping!" [DJ Richie Rich cuts "Guide you out of triple stage darkness" - Rakim, +I Ain't No
All the words we speak Fall back under The sounds of silent mouths, The only thing I hear Is our heartbeats in tune, This is how I sing to you. All the
word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more in tune with his,
fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss
shut up, with three legs to the stage... So many dark hearts to choose You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues Whether you levitate or bend spoons Tune
Lost the confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave
of scotch Drizzy in the club, watchin a nigga with the ox Professional haters, y'all cats can rest with the greatest I rock the family to sleep, send '
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin The shit is all the same {* echoes *} [Al' Tariq] Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana A thick ass and shit, but she sleep
The night was hot and steamy And crickets played their tune Everyone was sleeping Under an August moon Except one man that sat awake Slowly going mad
down And stop here for a spell Singin' the sweet old lullabies To forget about your health Don't think about tomorrow It's a whole night's sleep