Ultra C Lyrics & Tabs by THA BLUE HERB
Ultra C
guitar chords lyrics
You know what i mean? well better you do, the dopest is always the simplest, ultra c.
we use our signals unit to the fullest, the scene's north end circle.
our lifestory told by the disc, my future, loaded with enormous amounts of information.
never miss the green checkmate with my blind touch, in here already a zero-gravity state.
the hiragishi golden resin secreter, the motor that rolls in the neuron.
north side representative m the blue "o-tinooger", the wise player of confusingly troubled games.
spc calling, rolling, the scorpion who communicates with the harvest.
we chill on a sofa called confidence, every body will eventually know my illicizm.
the amount of money i earn has nothing to do with my pen, it's only a change in the number of
digits that went up to 8.
the air raid acappela, the ground troop analog, and the rolling catepiller.
clear as crystal, since that godly autumn, unbreakable baccarat, never miss on the putting green.
i'm soory but you cannot shut my mouth for long, i don't mix with kids who will not survive.
toyohira rela, illegal cigar, jagged tusk, cheeba cheeba.
i'm morpheus trading in seriousness, the organiseaion's base is still solid.
i'm soory but you cannot shut my mouth for long, i don't mix with kids who will not survive.
toyohira rela, illegal cigar, jagged tusk, cheeba cheeba.
i'm morpheus trading in seriousness, the organiseaion's base is still solid.
here, with my experience and hardships behind silence, let the mountain move.
here, with the drums and flows that sapporo proudly presents, let the audience explode.
the path beyond switzerland is unclear, my closet is filled with multicoloured "libe".
passenger tax 2 trips around the world, let my secret account grow.
offspring of hydrogen born of the big bang, 4.6 billion years worth of intelligence.
a piece of the ideal, seemingly long life, me a phenomenon, walking over lands.
hyper hybrid gold, fighting spirit, aspiration, the reward called for my head.
a trasparent weapon, poetology made in japan, let's see how good your taste is.
crossing borders nonchalantly, enter a high level rhyme battle.
open mic critic press interview, 'do you really know?' an autumn special.
a boat's speed, a canal shaking, a mad vacation in amsterdam.
'as' played 'realise' at 'precious', a crystal of instinct touched my ear.
right in front of my eyes, split by a trip, a puddle formed drip drop.
"kaiseikaishi", keep the ex-wannabe-popstaars in a bird cage.
in the business of telling the wildest dreams, never the same, never ashamed of what i say.
i can't list all the things i have predicted, thankfully, we still have tomorrow.
the universe of images expands, from elm street to india.
ink is the extract of vocabularies, which could convince even destiny.
slave to the haze, tbh bukem, i'll round up this song in a moment.
the phrases falling like a snowstorm, billowing, breaking, fly deep space 9.
'oi, you're spinning me out', it's always me who makes you say that.
rhymes are the illuminating shells that lure the ears, thre's no return when you get this far.
my right hand side is your left hand side, a friend of a friend, threre's no win or lose.
this planet is huge but the world is small, there is the same number of rules for the same
number of people that exist.
something i heard, in vientiane, you can possess it but you get in trouble if you try to sell it.
something dye heard, also in encarnacion, you can possess it but you get in trouble if you try to sell it.
