Sync Different

THE LIGHT
Lyrics
by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.

Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song)
Oogo Oogo
Fantastic
Chomsky

I be on the planet I be rocking that shit
I be on the planet I be making them hits

MR. FANTASTIC

III beats from the words I speak
It's the light from the uh…uh uh

Banka
Wax Tailor
Mr Gib
Mr Fantastic

I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats
We be on the planet we be making that heat
We be on the planet and the style is unique

Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek
On your territory I'm ah take ah leak
let it all out
Top high
like Mt. Everest to the peak
for you mountain climbers we be on the planet

Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek
That is the style from beneath
Underground, Underground from the PLANET

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…