How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

At The Wine Shop

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka

At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby

Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.

Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.

How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.

I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.

This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!

Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.

Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.

I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…

RELAX
Lyrics by Mattic, beat by Blanka
Featuring ASM

(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
(Repeat)

Yo who can be the ultimate?
I say what side is packing it?
Endure like ensure, nigga's need life packets
Full metal jackets, and ratchets
make inspector gadget go go gadget arms alarm if your charm.

Chill like the wisdom from my Grandma with holy Korans
Blood brothers make a bond edged in stone
a throne of the kingdom is his, fuck the show biz
even if most will raise a kid, television it is.

The parent of a split up home, whose the runner of the field in your dome.
Making any progress in game without a name
Jon doe identify scanning your brain.

I talk undernet the surface
The average can't word the hologram wrapping your heart like saran.
Cool like the iceman, a blizzard in hand and rupture the plan, as i see the world as a man.

Of a rare breed, indeed we planet seeds with the words that we use.
Idolize by fools swimming in ah dead pool
I clock till the better end rules like the Senate.

Nigga's think the made for the house of representatives
they prevent this, my rhymes start orange like a sun kiss but here's a twist.

Faith pulls most together just like a puzzle
Im strange, but my mouth out powers the human muzzle.

Im ah hustle, clock figures minus triggers
and sneak up and bounce on that ass just tiger
And sneak up and bounce on ass just tiger
sneak on you and bounce on that ass just like tiger
so relax

(Chorus)
Relax
Relax your mind
Relax
Relax your mind

Last Days

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.

Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.

Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.

Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.

From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.

Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.

Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)

We living in Last Days

That old mean devil
Tryin’ one more time
Struttin’ dat stuff
Lookin’ so right
Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

Can’t say I don’t wanna
Dat it ain’t crossed my mind
Somethin’ ‘bout you
Sets my soul afire
Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

When I look over my shoulder
What do I see every single time
Somethin’ like a sugar coated candy treat
Just dat old mean devil in disguise

Just dat old mean devil
One more time
Struttin’ dat stuff
Lookin’ so right
Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

When I look over my shoulder
What do I see every single time
Somethin’ like a sugar coated candy treat
Just dat old mean devil in disguise

Just dat old mean devil
One more time
Struttin’ dat stuff
Lookin’ so right
Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

Got my baby
And she’s just treatin’ me fine

TRADUCTION :

Une fois de plus, le diable cherche à me tenter en se déhanchant, déguisé en jolie fille.
Pourtant j'ai une copine super avec laquelle je m'entends bien

Mais chaque fois que je tourne la tête,
Je vois cette fille jolie comme un sucre d'orge, c'est le diable déguisé

No more begging please gone this time for real
shatter like a mirror hit by stone
Never more to be the one to fill your needs
now someone else WILL have to do those chores
No matter how
hard i tried to keep it right
nothing last forevermore

All my ways and means couldn’t make it real
I’m burnt out can’t do any more
Hope in time to heal the wound i feel
grace me the straight to carry on
Left shatter beaten broke hearted bleeding
not the same man i was before

Well It’ll be alrigth the sun will still shine
with or without the love that’s lost
Seems no matter what you try to equalize
just keep on storming even more
To always remember now and forever
can’t replace what was before

Traduction :

Plus de solicitations, c’est fini pour de bon
Comme un mirroir frappé par une pierre
Je ne veux plus être celui qui répond à tes demandes
Peu importent
les efforts que j’ai fait pour tenir
Rien n’est éternel

Toutes mes tentatives n’y pourraient rien
Je suis au bout, je n’en peux plus
J’espère que le temps appaisera ma peine
Puisse le Ciel me donner la force d’avancer
Mon cœur brisé saigne
Je ne suis plus le même qu’avant

Traditional song from South Africa

Aunque el tiempo ya ha pasado
Yo siguo en amor...

Esta no es una cancion...
Quiero confesarle al mundo y a toda la gente
Esto no es un secreto lo que vengo a contarte
Mantener el amor vivo es una obra de arte

Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso
Amor de tu lado nuevo ningun esfuerzo...

(Dimelo)
Amarse en la vida es imprevisible
Dinero sin amor de nada te sirve
Prefiero de tu lado estar sin riqueza
El oro de tu sonrisa me la regresa

Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso
Amor de tu lado nuevo ningun esfuerzo...

Traduction

Je veux confier au monde et à tous les gens,
Ce que je vais vous raconter n'est pas un secret,
Maintenir l'amour vivant est une œuvre d'art

Mon amour je veux que tu saches avec ces mots
L'amour nouveau à tes côtés est sans effort

S'aimer dans la vie est imprévisible
L'argent sans amour ne te sert à rien
Je préfère être à tes côtés sans richesse
L'or de ton sourire me la donne...