Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkapella, artist - Mellow Man Ace. Album song Escape From Havana, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Talkapella |
Basically it’s like this |
My patterns of talking exist |
As a funky manoeuvre of reciting lyrics |
Stayin calm, but then droppin my bombs |
With my voltrons, protons and my atoms |
Boom! |
An explosion, I’m speakin very complicated |
Where others have failed I have conquered and excelerated |
Like Courtland in his court I command the fort |
The teacher that’s teachin, and I need no support |
Now few people can talk, but more people can gawk |
But I prefer that you be down with my block |
Because my funky dope spanglish for sure gettin dumb |
Evaluatin suckers scared of my second comin |
Now everytime I see ya, you try to bite the formula |
But I’m just ignorin ya, and tellin ya, it ain’t for ya |
Don’t take this as a diss, fella or dweller |
Just showin you my form through my Talkapella |
(Ooh, that’s funky) |
(Ooh, that’s funky, momma) |
(Rhyme was def, and then it went this way…) |
Yes, I’m the one with the profound sound |
Clockin my music dope all around |
See, from what I give ya you will receive |
It’s all in the delivery from A-c-e |
Till my mind control is controllin my mind |
And I’m lettin you know that I’m controllin mine |
Cause I could buck your head, yeah (buck) |
I could buck your head, yeah (buck) |
I could buck your head one time, yo |
But see, I haven’t got the time to do the crime, yo |
No, I haven’t got the time to do the time, yo |
I’m just hypin, hypin up the atmosphere, y’all |
There’s no one that I fear, y’all, I make this very clear, y’all |
I smack you with a lyric until you start to cheer, y’all |
So listen to the funky chumpie that I brought to share, y’all |
Not a ??? |
of character, but I’m still there after |
Everyone’s gone from the scene, cause I don’t care if the… |
I just wanna bring, yo, my crazy funky lingo |
Displayed upon the microphone when I want to swing, yo |
Yes, my talkism is gonna be a seller |
Through my Talkapella |
(Ooh, that’s funky) |
(Ooh, that’s funky, momma) |
By now you love the rhythm |
Cause how I like to give em |
I’m not a greedy brother, you want some? |
Take this for some |
Now get funky, that’s why I gave it to ya |
That’s right, I definitely had to save it for ya |
Yes, I want you to enjoy my methods of speak |
No worries, be happy, mi tribe is elite |
Yes, I’m equipped with the hype tip |
Of speakin, yes, talkin somethin you can deal with |
But it’s somethin 'bout the hip-hop, we just can’t live without it |
Give us a place to be, and then we’ll absolutely house it |
The beat concoct trauma after at a coma |
And you will find an exclamation after the word drama! |
Then you will learn I’m on ya, and I will be upon ya |
Because it’s dope, my man, you see, I know that you’ll respond to |
My talkism is gonna be a seller |
You wanna know why? |
Causer it’s my Talkapella |
(This is the mellow) |