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Heaven Girl (house ver)歌词
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    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
    No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
    First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
    But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
    Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
    Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
    So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
    Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
    I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
    I get 11 points off the word quagmire
    Fools can't see me and that's how it is
    And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Time's an illusion as the moments race by
    Too fast to really grasp though we may try
    Deny, till we die, ooh my my
    These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
    Second by second and minute by minute
    It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
    Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
    Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
    So tell me what you need that you have got
    Fiending on power will make your blood clot
    It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
    That's why we can't all just get along
    We're all connected like a Leggo set
    One equaling one together like a croquette
    Whether we have or have not yet met
    It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
    The selfish ways just can't maintain
    But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
    Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
    I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
    I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
    You be like hello nasty where you been
    It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
    I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
    I get so hyped when I hear this song
    It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
    So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
    Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
    Multinationals spreading like a rash
    I might stick around or I might be a fad
    But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Junior

  • Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
    No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
    First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
    But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
    Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
    Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
    So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
    Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
    I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
    I get 11 points off the word quagmire
    Fools can't see me and that's how it is
    And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Time's an illusion as the moments race by
    Too fast to really grasp though we may try
    Deny, till we die, ooh my my
    These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
    Second by second and minute by minute
    It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
    Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
    Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
    So tell me what you need that you have got
    Fiending on power will make your blood clot
    It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
    That's why we can't all just get along
    We're all connected like a Leggo set
    One equaling one together like a croquette
    Whether we have or have not yet met
    It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
    The selfish ways just can't maintain
    But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
    Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
    I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
    I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
    You be like hello nasty where you been
    It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
    I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
    I get so hyped when I hear this song
    It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
    So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
    Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
    Multinationals spreading like a rash
    I might stick around or I might be a fad
    But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
    Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
    Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
    We keep the party movin to the broad day light
    g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
    Junior

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