D
JASON
ADAMS
*add your own cuts, beats, and
this group ATL local, infamous DeeGees, high pitched vocals, but nope, never
BeeGees.
the D to the G's a hip disco gangsta, eggman's disease,proudly juvenile prangsta.
smilin' on the surface, rhymes fillin' disk space, jive discoteque service, but
cousin to Scarface.
these city boys never enlisted in white collar power, no silly toy ever dissed the
crazy hype flower.
sometimes caught mackin' or kickin' arcade, pinball scores rackin', too many
games played.
Or maybe it's loungin',no limo in sight, cutoffs style scroungin',bout ten sunday
night.
could be a time-warp, or maybe just buggin', "look at that jive turkey, hair like a
rug and he's got crazy flarebottoms and check out his chains, Scorpio pendants,
'jo where's his brains...
that kid's a freak, and a skateboarder too, but those glasses are
slick, lenses dark blue,
ורי
what a laugh, j'know, that guy's got a problem, look at that
this is FREAKY
JANE (bom jane
doe)
likes: groovy tunes,
freaky scenes
lady, she puked when she saw 'im."
"hey guy, whoa, there must be some
misunderstanding, this shirt and these stacks, man,
distinguishing features:
this is a planned thing,
i've got a good plan, see, I've got this egg gun,
and i'll count to ten, and you just start
vacant stares, butterfly tattoo on
thigh,
sings backup for the group
runnin',
when I open my eyes and i put you in
check, you'll feel the yolk runnin'
all down your neck..."
that's the scene any bright
summer day DéeGees,
that means simply
children at play,
there's just a few freaks
on the new Howell jive,
70's funk peaks, DeeGee
model live...
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CONTROL
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