🎵 Cross Over // by Pluffaduff

1 ContributorCross Over Lyrics Each movement, or vibrations [?] The speed in which the soundwaves move depends upon the medium which they pass So far, we've seen how soundwaves are produced Next, we'll identify the auditory effects of musical sound: Loudness, pitch... and quality Into the flame, into the fire With no regard for a thing Fuck that, I'm the Lord of the Game I rule this empire I am the God of Hellfire! Lord of the Game Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt 'Causе no one has came evеn close to the train (Harder, better, faster, stronger) Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher Than anything seen in your entire Life spent in chains, sonic live wire Electrified rain from the lips of the driver Whippin' the wheel Flippin' donuts to peel Out on the face of the base; where's my lighter? Need it to kill one more, and chill while I feel it so much My gut burns like the tires (Harder, better, faster, stronger) Movin' this movement of real shit inspired By all that has come before this and was done For the real ones packin' real guns loaded with power Shower the slums with power from the war Marching drums that have come to devour The weakness that runs when we come (Fuckin' cowards) (Work it, work it, work it, work it harder, better, faster, stronger) [Mr Oizo - Nazis (Justice Remix) noises] That shit cray She said, "Ye, can we get married at the mall?" I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball Come and meet me in the bathroom stall And show me why you deserve to have it all" (Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain't it, Jay? (B-ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet? (B-ball so hard) "Your whip so cold" – this old thing? (Ball so hard) Act like you'll ever be around mothafuckers like this again Bougie girl, grab my hand Fuck that bitch; she don't wanna dance Excuse my French, but I'm in France, ahah, I'm just sayin' Prince Williams ain't do it right if you ask me 'Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley What's Gucci, my nigga? What's Louis, my killer? What's drugs, my dealer? What's that jacket, Margiela? Doctors say I'm the illest 'cause I'm suffering from realness Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Do the D.A.N.C.E One, two, three, four, five Stick to the B.E.A.T Get ready to ignite You were such a P.Y.T. (Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha) Catching all the lights Just easy as A.B.C That's how you make it right (Feel good) City's breaking down on a camel's back They just have to go, 'cause they don't know wack So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see And you won't get out the county 'cause you're damned and free You got a new horizon, its ephemeral style A melancholy town where we never smile And all I wanna hear is the message beep My dreams, they got her kissing 'cause I don't get to sleep, no Fergalicious definition, make the boys go loco They want my treasures so they get their pleasures from my photo You can see me, you can squeeze me I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy I got reasons why I tease 'em Boys just come and go like seasons Fergalicious (So delicious) But, I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses (Muah!) That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got (So delicious) Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street Gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face You big disgrace Kicking your can All over the place, singing We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you Buddy, you're a young man, hard man Shouting in the street Gonna take on the world someday You got blood on your face You big disgrace Waving your banner All over the place We will, we will rock you (Sing it out) We will, we will rock you, rock you, rock you [?] determines its quality Quality comes with reconising the characteristic sounds of various instruments So we sampled a few out of the multitude of sounds in our environment And study the meetings of loudness, pitch, and quality From the vast number of vibrations of the interpretive sound, you may gather a wealth of [?]... and enjoyment Human, human, human after all Human, human, human after all Human, human, human after all Human, human, human after all Human, human, human after all Human, human, human after all