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