ABC 123
You'll let me take you to the next level
Let your mind be free
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me
Simple as 123
Talkin bout ABC
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me
Oh boy, don't waste my time
You can keep me on a chain
But I don't think you can take the pain
And all the things that I put you through
It just drove you crazy cos I'm so crazy
You took control and set me free (set me free)
Between the pain of you and me (you and me)
And even though I had it all (had it all)
I'd still reach out for more
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me (get with me)
Simple as 123
Talkin bout ABC (ABC)
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me (play with me)
Oh boy, don't waste my time
I like your way without knowin how
But there's some things that still get me down
The same old way of making love
It's not quite enough, I need some more
You took control and set me free (set me free)
Between the pain of you and me (you and me)
And even though I had it all (had it all)
I'd still reach out for more
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me (if you wanna get with me)
Simple as 123
Talkin bout ABC (talkin bout ABC)
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me (if you wanna play with me)
Oh boy, don't waste my time
- Screwface Rap -
Let your mind be free, yeah
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me
Simple as 123 (123)
Talkin bout ABC (ABC)
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me (if you wanna play with me)
Oh boy, don't waste my time
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me (get with me)
Simple as 123
Talkin bout ABC (ABC)
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me (play with me)
Oh boy, don't waste my time
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me (if you wanna get with me)
Simple as 123
Talkin bout ABC (talkin bout ABC)
Like it real nasty
If you wanna play with me (if you wanna play with me)
Oh boy, don't waste my time
Let your mind be free
If you wanna get with me
Oh boy, don't waste my time
Disgruntled Christmas
La matière première est un impact musical
Cassant le vent, le temps, les aigus laissent des cicatrices
La basse te fracasse tandis que mes mots glissent hors piste
Alors que mes idées n'étaient qu'au stade embryonnaire
La haute technologie de mon vocabulaire
M'a fait : paracommando de la rime urbaine
Sans haine, j'assène un phénomène extrême
Qui me mène, m'amène, m'entraîne
Dans mon domaine et même si cela te gêne
Ta