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作词 : - 作曲 : - Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet When she reach of the street She plug it into it they call it, they call it studio back pack rap They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap He rocking with the laptop, Macbook Pro Cracked version of Logic but he soon Pro Tools True, Cubase kinda old school Although he got the kicks that are old school I can see him, as he gaze at the ceiling He got that sneaky feeling he’s gone give it to the nation His biggest inspiration is his own imagination ‘ Cause when it comes to rules, he don’t have the patience So he got the USB keyboard that’s fresh a bigger man woulda say “hot of a de press” He be bless, he does with finesse he damn near molests, he should arrested He rocking hard neck breaking to the beat Head phones head down like a lesbian He’s on his wa wa ones having so much fun He’s a new age thespian Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet When she reach of the street She plug it into it they call it, they call it studio back pack rap They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap Internal mixing desk, external hard drive, eternal concept she bad She got the bright colour high tops with the long bob She got the future of the world on her i Pod Her plug-ins are good loving That’s why she got a banging ass beat in the oven, turn it up Can’t get enough, cant, can’t get enough She knows the words to the world’s best lyrics “ It was all a dream” She used to read Smash Hits Magazine But now she smashes crashes on the keys Kicks on quantize just like woola And mix that one time she is a star yea She rocking hard neck breaking to the beat headphones head down like a lesbian She’s on his wa wa ones, having so much fun she’s a new age thespian Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack rap They, they call it, studio back pack She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet When she reach of the street She plug it into it they call it, they call it studio back pack rap They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap
