Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sound of the Zeekers, artist - Leaders Of The New School. Album song A Future Without A Past, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2004
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Sound of the Zeekers |
Verse 1: crackerjacks |
I got the adibles |
De-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat |
What to the manilla on your paper |
Its the rattle with the crackerjack caper |
Now whos said that I was all for my own |
Not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on Here goes the adible eats cos I eat sweets |
Not stakes summits I got styles |
Styles! |
Get it honney tell inning to winning |
Run miles and miles to the speaker |
Super-propelicker its the sound of the zeekers |
Oh! |
Verse 2: gollie g Gollie g bumblebee ring around the rosie |
A quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why |
Whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop |
Bang! |
Was my friend to the end |
Chukie was a lucky so heres your end friend |
I sets the show aint brocoli and rice |
The newer to the new not the old spice |
Mind over matter its got a true-school-blue |
Betty cracker made it better |
Poindex the flex to track by busta |
With a little bit of sore from the crackerjack store |
Still at will |
For field up the skill for the jill by the jack |
Misguided mojo swing low string |
Sing along as I bring along with the song |
Sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo Yo, gotta go, gotta gotta go so! |
On and off but the ending yet stick around |
Cos the zeeko gots the sound |
Jeepers, creepers, its the sound of the zeekers x2 |
Verse 3: sha-now |
Neverlettheysaid I like a tracks |
Leaders of the new school want the first path |
Flow with this groovy track |
Welcome to sound of the zeekers |
Just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss |
To the brain sha-now here theres no shame |
In my game let me be your remedy man |
I can hit your ears with the words that I share |
So Taste this feel forenow I made the grave |
A rumpely sound that you have to obey |
Sha-now in tropical later or here on the scene |
Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream |
Verse 4: rumpletilkinz |
Im drizzy on may Im be on the ill tate |
Im simply teaching I representing tripulate |
Down the negative add the positive |
Pass me why thats my polarity |
I just ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto |
But now I got elevel with the flow |
I riding from the bottom go straight to the top |
When Im only in graping on the hip hop pop |
Im crossing the line heading for the border |
Feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water |
Toilet in grandplans they like sub treplets |
90s are the year of the rumpeltilskinz |
Take it all witches in throwem in ditches |
If you front to this you just kit stitches |
Down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz |
Should I begin trancept by friends |
Geronimo not the animal I dance canibal |
On the dance floor I willing and able to freak |
Any zeek and Im out |
Verse 5: kallie weed |
Now this is kallie weed pum the version |
But then its want to me want to no understand (bow, bow!) |
And when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (bow, bow!) |
It want to the move now is Im moving on bottom (bow, bow!) |
De inna de dance with lons (bow, bow!) |
Then bu-bum you janord and northest (bow, bow!) |
North east south and west everybody move unploress (bow, bow!) |
Inna de 90s hit aye aye (aye aye, aye aye) |
Fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance |
Fim fi fo fum, charlie brown make the dance around |
Verse 6: charlie brown |
Zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, ow! |
Thats only one charlie brown zeeker of the speaker |
Much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines |
ow! |
Crackerjacks taking your back |
Airer like a track now relaters react |
Come in to flow, come in to flow |
Better vacation never the less kick pick stick |
Jump the pump grass, nooooow |
No bizz like showbizz, brown there is! |
Babble vibrate the ground got speakers |
Ow, ow, zeekers! |
Verse 7: dinco d |
L — o — n — s! |
Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy |
Minds combine elevating the maze |
Of a cartible character scripture of a picture |
Picture mister d — I — n — c — o! |
Be a fool but speaker with average |
Ever number one but aint not its rattle game |
So I zone and zones of I been |
A special with sounds so ill I be witness |
See like zack the lego maniac |
You ask whats that? |
I said bring it back |
Verse 8: cut-monitor milo |
I got short dreadlocks and right pad seekers! |
Illing on this track call sound of the zeekers! |
Before I cut low miss this go-ne |
Doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger |
See I dont ride wolves cos I know be faking |
Dont eat bacon cos thats for saking |
My heavy-digits stay ultra maked |
No need to play hot cos I cant be frozen |
Just take this as a mailpress token |
How many pennies do you need to laces? |
How do you know when you have a six cents |
Peem peem peem! |
its the sound of my beeper |
And the name of this track its sound of the zeekers |
Verse 9: busta rhymes |
I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah) |
To the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah) |
Babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll |
Showing you busta rhymes will never fall |
Everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise |
(aahhhh yeah yeah yeah!) people that we recoging |
Beam back that sound from the blooming (hah, hah) |
That beatiful sound Im loving (hah, hah) |
You find a move riding to the show bizz |
Come to speak, what? |
in the lab of noizes |
So back off your bats and your creatures |
React sit back and listen to the sound of the zeekers! |
Done! |