Bert, is you? Ahh, an place, oh, I love it A place to practice the exciting art of humming
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Hum along, if you can't along you hum along Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Yeah, hum along with Zev X
Very this thing Coming and drumming, there's with wings And feathers of the same, so we flock Plus rock, so on and so such, I this Mic, to touch like an stadium With my to aid me, so we'll play, if you pay me some
sound fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickenin' To those with no soul, as I with my [Incomprehensible] Bugle boy, bugle boy, your own horn Frugal won't endure, as the was born Minus, the Jim jankle Hammerschitt
His name, ain't my name, 'cause X ain't shit I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip lip Z L be rippin', out rip No, no, no, shake your hip or rump Forget about what I'm sayin', pump fist to the drum and
Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum with the Kid
You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station I gots more songs than your bootlegger hard like a forty deuce on a hooker Cuter than Booker, a real looker
Yeah, a brown man is down and To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the man I'm just the R&B's beats kickin' lingo comes my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be Pele
Scorin' hard, I eat no porkchops or So trust in me becaue you in God The Lord, bet I proves, just began for man 'Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my
I'm not your average cotton pickin' or bailin' hay Hoe trickin' brother who to eat chicken Anyway, just hum along as the drums along This I bring along, not to sing along, but to
Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum Hum with the one
Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and sing it So bring it and forth, just to swing it a voom to a hum, can get smooth So I choose to slow, to amuse
To the apex, I strides L I Strong To the car new age, to rip raw Need no rehease, I bust fat galore Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more Can no more, huh, I fear less or I
I toss or throw it up and 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 hopes cease, so listen closely, hush I wrote boastin' note, you stop the humrush
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