- DJ Format hit song 歌詞
- DJ Format
- Cut in Voice]
People always asking me, man how do you make a hit record, well heres what I do
Pulling the king and the seven and Im feeling lucky, So I was like hit me
At which point my phone rang, and it hit me
That I had mentioned to format he should hit me
Off on the cell I put my cards down and hit the.talk button
'Andy, its Matt , let me ask you something mate
Ive just come from london you know were meeting with the label
They seem to want another hit, are you avaliable?'
I was like dude, you know what to do
Peruse through a few new beats and promptly hit me
Out with a beat tape or better yet a disc so when Im writing I can swiftly
Rewind the hittin drums, couple of weeks of hits Ill have written some
And Ill be kickin them, just as soon as I can hit eng-uh-land
I hope that my plane wont be swingin from, hittin turbulence
Or else Ill be hit with disturbances
Down in my gut, you know nervousness
But when we safely hit terra-firma its
Only right the first thing we hit our palms together
Because thats been the hiphop greeting like for forever
After that Ill probably wanna hit the mic booth
Adjust the mic, so I dont hit my right tooth
Once I hit my comfort level, hit record
And soon enough well have another, hit record
In fact even though the song isnt done
By my count that was 18 hits alone
And its only verse number one
I use the word hit in many said senses
Listen how many hits I manageto condense in the first verse
In the second Im trying to rhyme as many words I can find that sound like (hit!)
In the last third verse, tittilating metpahors
example: I write more hits than mascot hitsamples
Abs and Format, not doing what others did, (step in studio, produce yet another hit)
Alright, I want you to listen to this next little verse
and if you feel like it sing along
And if you dont wanna sing along, maybe you can clap your hands
As I sit, inifinite scripts, like a list, its from the tip of a bic
Much betwixt my digits less, strictly from the itty bit of sunlight
That manage to slip between the curtains thin slits, (hits)
Its illumination adequate, to the point that I can refrain from hitting electric switches
Which is a good thing, because it prevents my hydro bill from reaching up to fever pitches
Ill keep it simply lit, my raps exhibit wit, which would even shine through in egyptian crypts
Ill equipped, and resist that stupidly step to this, surrender forfeit
**** nit wit quit twit pit sing first versus the verses that this kid spits
Insist to persist, youll cease to exist
So cease and desist, or meet with my fist
Specifically your lips, because thats the gist when you enlist abs for hits
Abs and Format, musical brothers kid, (step in the studio, produce yet another hit)
See I got hits kid, so many hits, (how many hits ya got!?), lots
Exemplary metaphors, let me select a few
More hits than when you play blackjack with a deck of twos
More hits thanlatin percussionists administered to wood blocks
More hits than jimmy dropped at woodstock
Im not kidding
Im responsible for more hits than workaholic mafia hitmen
I need to make hits in the worst way
Hitting harder than a family of starving, steroid-injected Mexican quintuplets
Armed with crowbars smacking the **** out of a candy-filled piñata
on their birthday - only hits when I write
More hits than Germans surfing fetish websites
Yo, that is a lot of hits.
More hits than Barry Bonds playing slow pitch, in a disabled seniors league
More hits than -goldoply?- the enforcer on a typical hockey team
Instinctively you wince, from this flurry of hits
But if your still unconvinced, a last example but then Ill be finished
More hits than Roy Jones Junior in a ten-round bare-fisted cage match versus
A sleep deprived, blindfolded richard simmons
Abs and Format, we hit you like your mother did
(step in the studio, produce yet another hit)
Thats all, cmon, thats all, thats all, thats all
thats allll, thats all, thats alllllll I need
To make a hit record...
Look at that money flowin in...
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