BACK IN THE DAY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
(repeat)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube

Small minded nigga's always be talking.
He had to go overseas to do his walking.
Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking.
for hating on success your bullshit is often.

You think you know me from a style that change
Like climax's that we living this life time is strange.
Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in
Where do I begin?

Katskillz was III
Natural soul build with my brother, then
we add Madwreck to form the Others.
Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage.
Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis.
Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.

Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube?
I compare myself to that shit dude.
When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares
level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.

It's like you straining your vein
Attaching to brains
To put it down man you can't play these games.
What up cuz-o
I manifesto
Turn in to slick-co
Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.

(Chorus)
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore…
Back in the days

THE HOKEY POKEY
Lyrics by Mattic Parks,
Music by Oogo

(Chorus)
You do the hokey poky and turn yourself around
That's what it's all about. (repeat)

Ladies, money, and clothes.
Vehicles, how you rob people, and hoe's.
Guest appearances to make your album hot right?
I love so and so, but most don't even write.

Trap star, hood star, drinks at the bar.
I love Red Letter Blue
Mark and Tom play the guitar, and tav kill it on the drums
but everybody's cool with following acting dumb.

Ego's and local Mc's that don't get it.
I can't help you, need to help yourself it fells better kid.

Time on my side and I spit the planet sound.
See me like Discovery Place, open with the sound.
Held like a shotgun holder in Guatamala
with a vest that protects his chest,
saliva swallow and it's hotter then a flesh wound caused by bullets hollow,
how i make it when Im building my model
building a sorrow with a hope.

Dope how I insert the music
I choose it, different from the next like sex
out of the birds nest, comes one with the image.
Majors all alone the shit is all finish.

So I take it off exploring the more like a producer that's digging inside of a record store.
Throw rocks at the body shock kid.
Man he drowned trying to do what I did.
For the love of women tall and the smell
I ain't J-Live, I do got a story to tell about

(Chorus)
How you
Put your left foot in
You take it on out
Put your left foot in
and you twist it, and you shake it all about

Now
You put your right foot in
take your right foot out
Put your right foot in
and you shake it, shake it, you shake it all around.

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's how we all fall down to the sound
To the sound nigga
To the sound
To the sound
So gather round

Who
Who got it that
You shake it an you shake and you shake it all around
(repeat)

You do the Hokey Poky and you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about
I said that's what it's all about
That's what it's all about

Shake it
Shake it Shake it all around
(repeat)

It's Fantastic

Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky

Mattic's Lyrics

(chorus)
To the break of Dawn
Man we got that fire to the break of dawn
(repeat)

Throwing Beams
Illuminate the whole seen
For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T
That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…

The Fantastic Planet
we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures.
Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills.
See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!

(chorus)
We make the fore go on and on
And on and on and on and on.
(repeat)

Yo tengo una historia bonita

Que me contó mi abuelita

Yo tengo una historia de pueblo
Que me contaba mi abuelo

La tierra en que nací, un hermosa del Caribe
Tierra de jose martin, hay todo varia por verte libre

Por busca pasion, yo cori, decrubri la aventura,
Por tu tiempo yo corri,

Cuando te recuerdo asi

Aie, el corazon se me rudas

TRADUCTION :

J'ai une belle histoire

Que me racontait ma petite grand mère

J'ai une histoire de village

Que me racontait mon grand père

La terre ou je suis né, une merveilleuse des caraibes,

La terre de Jose Martin, il y a tout pour se voir libre

Cherchant la passion, j'ai couru, j'ai découvert l'aventure,

Pour ton temps j'ai couru

Quant je me souviens de toi comme ça
Aie, mon coeur se brise

All the nowhere static
Shifting 'round my attic
Lonesome when I'm crying
Look out at the skyline

All my windows blackened
All the fears attackin'
Say goodbye to autumn
Say goodbye to all of

All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static

All the nowhere static
Dreams all gray and scattered
Worn-out little halo
Watch it crash like Play-Doh

Even when I'm sleeping
Feel it in my ceiling
All the twisted laughter
From the here and after

All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static

Spotlights burn, the bass is tight
Sweat and rhythm in the velvet night
Didn’t come here lookin’ for romance
But you froze me with a single glance

One spark, the crowd went still
Like time slipped off the windowsill

You were there
In the heat, in the haze
Golden stare
Cutting through the purple blaze
Russian flame
In a crowd of masquerades
Girl, I knew
I knew right then
You weren’t just another face

I missed my cue, forgot the rhyme
You drank your drink like stolen time
Red lips glowed in neon rain
Moscow dreams runnin’ through my veins

And everything went off-track
But I wouldn’t take it back

You were there
In the heat, in the haze
Golden stare
Cutting through the purple blaze
Russian flame
In a crowd of masquerades
Girl, I knew
I knew right then
You weren’t just another face

Balalaika heartstrings hum
I feel the tremble in my drum
Dance, don’t stop, just one more chance To hold your fire in a glance