LYRICS.AZ APPLICATION

Download from Apple Store
Download from Google Play

Acropolis Sound - Spaghetti lyrics

[GAIKA]
Don't understand use rap genius
You must understand I'm a young black genius
God complex I demand believers
Holy by the pound and spirit by the litre
Last night was hell twisted greasy creatures
Kafakaesque crime scene heinous
I saw Jesus rolling with the dealers
Preaching to fiends and gash on the g-list
War bruck out now and we jumped off speeding
An italian chicks in the pa**enger seating
Wild madonnas wet for the violence
Spaghetti Serengetti
Wheres my lions
Heavy levels to the madness family
Saw a devil in a dream an I mashed her
Fountain to the eye the phantom standard
It's my world
Black granite planet

[Chorus]
Skinny jeans, fat backs
Are you pissed? Nah I'm casj
You lot were wilin', on the lash
Come on come on come on
It's my world
[MURKAGE DAVE]
I dug and I dug and
I dug a hole in my waiting room
And man ended up on the moon
Unleashed the cats from outta their cage
Pulled off the gates to the rumour zoo
All of the stone cold whispers must be true
Those tongues come shaped like Ulu's
Go Zulu, that's how me and my crew do
Who wants a brew?
MCR
The new Dust Brothers
We Galvanised
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/acropolis-sound/-/spaghetti.html]
And We Pushed The Button
So what's next?
Statuettes
And minuets with starlets
Tete a tete 3 bars to a beat
Skeet to cheek
We did the whole Suite
Holst's Planets, Neptune
We're in the venue so come tru

[Chorus]
Skinny jeans, fat backs
Are you pissed? Nah I'm casj
You lot were wilin', on the lash
Come on come on come on
It's my world

[TWO-ONE]
I see you to see me to sin
Cynic , when I reek of that winners spirit
Bleak is the peak when you chase for that finish
Count the bars
Cash
Count the tags
Hash
Count the raves
Smash
Now count the count out
And these countless pricks couldn't find these sticks
Beaten and bloody still beg for the hits
Say no more
Say no less
Taught in the red I fought in the red
I'm taking em back to tape decks and bait crepes
Still made in the madness
Take step
Feel real to the deal
Fake cheques
Heads nod till there peaking
Break necks

Correct these Lyrics