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letra de prisoner of the beat - yavis (fi)

wait up i’d yell to
the beat in bus, not stoppin’, not droppin’ drivin’ by gallopin’
when he’s ask me something “i don’t know” i’d lie
i was too king of a kind, too blue on a eye
too quick to give up and sigh
i’d let him go in first thru the door
give him way to get first on the dance floor
he’s hold me at beat point
to appoint that i couldn’t make a point
i’d have to stand next to him, not with him
he’d laugh at me, not with me
and the people started to point
where lie the line to the death row
the beat and i, we had a minor row one day
ovеr how much bass you
could apply fore driving fans away
i can tell you options werе weighed
and along there lines this is what i said

chorus:
four walls, four bars and bell
my cell, my h-ll, i wasn’t doing well
i used to be imprisoned by the beat
but now it has suffered its defeat and chosen to retreat

nowadays i just barge in push the bass and drum around
sometimes even make the melody cry
now if i fall two steps behind i’ll trip him so i’ll get on by
pickin’ ’em up layin’ em down’
a’s thru b’s thru c’s
i’d twist his treble clef until he’s yelling: “girl please!”
yo, take there shackles off my feet
and take a front row seat while i ride my rodeo
like woah, woah, woah
got the lasso in my right hand pen in my left
with pride the beat wranglers badge i accept
the secret best kept is the way that i let
the peanut gallery quack while i take in the bets
waiting for the dust to settle fore settling my debts
i’m a mean, lean daughter-of-a-gun
this is my song and i know how this
beat is run
cause i remember the times…
chorus:
four walls, four bars and bell
my cell, my h-ll, i wasn’t doing well
i used to be imprisoned by the beat
but now it has suffered its defeat and chosen to retreat

now if you see that beat pushing some one else around
you know where to find it’s match
but keep in mind this minor catch
i’m the jailor with the key
and i’ll only let the beat out
when i fancy a spree
“oh it’s you! bread and water my ass
you’re just my daughter
beating me that’s your own slaughter
jailbird you’ll never sing so please
i’m begging you, those keys could you bring!”
like her story proves
it’s like this that and this and a
like the fish ate the fisher with chips and a
in this fable the marthyr ate the lion
the nail banged the hammer
with the face powdered grammar
you love to hear the story again and again
so i’ll run it by you the third time out of ten
chorus:
four walls, four bars and bell
my cell, my h-ll, i wasn’t doing well
i used to be imprisoned by the beat
but now it has suffered its defeat and chosen to retreat

- yavis fi

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