Bert, is that Ahh, an place, oh, I love it A perfect place to the exciting art of humming
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Hum along, if you sing along you hum along Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Yeah, hum along with Zev X
Very interesting this Coming and drumming, there's hummingbirds wings And feathers of the same, so we flock Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch Mic, to touch an entire stadium With my to aid me, so we'll play, if you pay me some
Beats fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickenin' To those no soul, as I roll with my [Incomprehensible] Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own Frugal endure, as the talents was born Minus, the Jim jankle Hammerschitt
His name, ain't my name, 'cause X ain't permittin' I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip lip Z L be rippin', out rip No, no, no, your hip or your rump Forget what I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and
Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum the Birthstone Kid
You could have sworn I was a what? A Station pennybegger I gots more songs than your neighborhood Swingin' hard like a forty deuce on a Cuter than Booker, a good looker
Yeah, a brown man is down and To this sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man I'm just the R&B's kickers kickin' lingo 'Til comes my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be
hard, I eat no porkchops or lard So trust in me becaue you in God The Lord, bet I proves, began for this man 'Cause the stay paid from this mic within my hand
I'm not your everyday cotton pickin' or bailin' hay Hoe trickin' brother who to eat chicken Anyway, just hum along as the drummer along This I bring along, not to along, but just to
Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Ya hum along, if you sing along ya hum along Hum with the one
Hurry, hurry, hurry, step up and I'll sing it So bring it back and forth, to swing it Swinging a voom to a hum, can get So I choose to rock slow, to
To the apex, I from L I Strong To the car new age, to rip raw Need no rehease, I fat styles galore Self Universal Born Cypher Cee no more, hear no more Can no more, huh, I less or I guess
I toss or it up and when it drop, I'm forced to blow it up Give a little, take a little, or fake a little Pause, you counterfeit the Kause ain't havin' it All your hopes cease, so listen closely, I wrote boastin' note, you can't stop the
Bow, blowin up, one nine eight, X And is how we kicks it, for eighty decker This is for the God's, the God's, the God's, yeah, you stop, heh