Sam Sewer Solo Track. Sam on Beats and Rhymes Feb. 2006. Read the lyrics if you have any questions regarding content.
Sam Sewer is a one man hip hop production offering Beats of Burden as well as mixing at your function. Primarily influenced by the unsettling nature of man in
10+ years of DJing and Rhyming. 6 years of Production and recording. Hip Hop is the focus, but I've been involved with all types of music for awhile.
Story behind the song
Crusty arms, talking labia lips,people who are "hot and cold" and smokin a jay at the...I mean on the outskirts of, the gay parade, hey hey what d'ya say today?
Lyrics
Tres Bien, Who's the kid that come to weigh in?
Labia lips be talkin, hear what they're sayin'
I seen one exhale a puff just the other day
All I could really say was "WHAT?!" and look the other way
Arms, more crust then pie parts
Get high at the dyke march
Honey blowin' smoke up my ass, hot air for dry farts
Come with me to a place where it's all peace and Love
Barter your way through the gates with a piece of bud
Even look Jesus in the Face and Say "He's with us"
Get into everything for free if the lease is up.
Police is juiced, the kid's a beast in the booth
Leavin' a tooth for evidence of any treason or coup
If you weave in a coupe, believe you're seein' the troops
My lifestyle: always be on the move, beyond the group
These other people, they don't care about me anymore
Now even good friends I don't see anymore
Everything starts good then just seizes and stalls
Cause we're all just fish, bitch, seafood and sauce
Hot and Cold motherfuckers always freeze up and thaw
Soft type of steeze you could squeeze through a straw
So I never stop smokin' till I sees through the jar
Must be on a pub crawl the way I breeze through the bars
Student but also teacher
Sound movement from out the speaker
Sam, EQ it fluid
Clowns lose it, come out their features
Rhyme in a double meter, guzzle liters out the duffle
Put a swing on them drums until the beat is shuffled
Until there's nothing on the street except the leaves that rustle
Pimps hookers and the creeps who wanna beat and drug you
Where police don't wanna speak, they wanna beat and cuff you
The cycle's vicious in this race, each day the evil doubles (fuck you)
The stakes are high as a fuck, so the people hustle
And if they come through them doors, we gonna be in trouble trouble trouble
