We took the background music from Jim Jones' "We Fly High" and recorded our own lyrics and music video for a 1920's Great Gatsby English project.
Here are the lyrics:
This is what I heard, This is what I heard.
Sheel and his boys, y'all better be scurred....
It's over fo' them, it's my turn now....BALLIN!
One-nine-two
Zero
You know we're
ROARIN'
Got Bud light
Alright
Get wasted
Prohibition
Convinced
No-one
We're
DRINKIN
Got home made
Get paid
I'm pimpin'
Leave my baller job to hit that speakeasy
Get there in my Model T, ya' know I'm foh'sheezy
I got the top down, and its pretty effin breezy
But when I gotta girl, the top down so I get kissy
Got the cream of the Flappers, I like them ditzy
N I'm makin that money girl, ya know we should get busy
I got my ticked out Model T, 0-3.3 in a lil' more than 60
Swerving down the road, got the po in a tailrace
We pushin' 25 (Dayam), high speed car chase
Split second decision, so I turn up my base
Turn around and see those sober ass noobs white faced (holla)
My Face is like
Two strikes
My name is
SCARFACE
Make it Rain
Gold chains
I'm a gangsta
Nikhil Kaul
Is hot
You should be
KAULIN
Him on his phone
Hes got a cool
ringtone
THIS IS MADNESS
NO... THIS IS LASSEZ FAIRE
I took the East Egg and the West Egg, man n I ate them both
I make it rain every day, man this ain't no joke
I run this liquor business, I'm like the king of the rich folk
N I can protect you or mess you, I'm not one to provoke
And when you feel the heat of my nine, you'll end up with a heat stroke
I ain't your friend, nor am I one of your blokes
I'm the richest there ever been, damn this sh** is inconspicuously dope
The Ren-i-sance
You know
It came from
HARLEM!!!!!
Charleston Slide
Black Pride
We Dancin'
Got that Jazz
Pizzaz
Im known as
ELLINGTON
Got nice moves
Cant loose
Its jazz
2:16
Got Mr. Duke on the block, he be spittin' them blues
And we be writing poetry, like that Langston Hughes.
Everybody knows after those years abuse
That we risen up now, we changing white peoples views
It's the great equalizer, less difference in hues
And our jazz music, makin the headlines of world news
Marcus Garvey in the house, back to African values
And you can walk down Harlem, hear us tappin our shoes
Cus we doing the swing dance, with that free flowing booze
So let the music take your soul (boy), watcha gotta loose
It's kinda humid here, airs full of money
Feelin hot son, so I engage with fly honeys
Fitzge-rald
Is like
the Great
GATSBY
Huge Bashes
My house
Good food
Carraway
In the bay
Collectin
BONDS
Mowin lawns
Nothing bronze
Its gold
This be J.G., Gatsby here on the block
All the girls they like me cuz I from new yok
Throw them baller parties, Im makin it rain ev'ry night
Got my money and my mansion, yeah, I'm living aite
Just one thing in my life that I need so bad
Just gotta get Daisy, [pause] the girl that I once had
Got my Rolls-Royce lookin fly, wheels all chrome
Boy, I be spittin game' and sendin' Tom back home
(Chorus) "It's yo boy, A. Shenoy!!!"
We fly high, (Uh Huh) No Lie, You know this (BALLIN'!)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz
We stay hot, and you not, cause you know we're (ROARIN!)
Our video rocks, yo socks, we blazin'
I spit hot fire, I tote big thangs,
Dis rap battle, man it ain't no game
Ball game son, it's over fo' yo lames
Holla back rookie, it's over for you James
You know that we be reppin' the best right here,
N' dis bumpin piece of work got you cowerin' in fear
You know we bring da heat, you on da edge o yo seat
Face facts boy, you know you can't touch dis beat
Throwin' down that smack, puttin' on my game face
We be reppin' large, your video's a disgrace.
Don't be crying, you shouldn't have to pout
And with parting words, farewell, I'm out!
OUW YEEEEE
tmactrooper 4 years ago
baller
tmactrooper 4 years ago