Everybody Wants

Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo

(chorus)
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala
La la la la

(Mattic's Part)

I want her in the worst way
but first let me talk about her
Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen
Walking in Le Havre
She's the one I Got to have
Juggling with my words
Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing

Her frame, jabbing to my face
open the case and see
the best imprint of star elegance
Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself
Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.

Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular
Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular
Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie
That's a quote from the Wreckester
Your shine can't hide.

(chorus)

Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song
Girl you got me singing all night long
Girl you got me sanging this same song

La la la That's what I want
Lalalalalala
La la la
Lalalalalala That's what I want
La la la la
Get nasty with it

GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky

(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music

Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music

The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.

Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.

And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.

Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.

Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
They think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you

When they watch ya

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
they think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you
When they watch ya

Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!

MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE

False Kats

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka

(chorus)
False Kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy

Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see
The maker of the music playing on your cd
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.

Calling out my name with that false in they game
bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames
Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way.
It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.

Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays
We man about this shit why you acting all gay ?
Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay.
You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.

What moves are you really making ? None at all
false kats making music and it sounds appal.
So fuck y'all

I could talking bout you man.
Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and,
we slap five, but top gate you not my man's
Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand.
It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans
with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…

You big sissy, in this game you have no history
So fall ….. Back !
All I see is false kats B
All I see is false kats B
All I see is those false kats standing in my face.

(chorus)
You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you

You False
What's up homie ?
Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ?
What you drinking on ?
Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you

False kats
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?