Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Electro Livin, artist - Akala. Album song 10 Years of Akala, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Electro Livin |
| Young money love money blood money right |
| Your money war money more money right |
| They don’t even really understand what it’s like |
| Electro living in the land of the light |
| Electro living |
| Electro living in the land of the light |
| Electro living |
| Electro living in the land of the light |
| We’re electro living in the land of the light |
| Everything is switched on still something don’t work right |
| Do what ever you got to do to make it through the night |
| But whatever you do don’t believe the hype |
| Lets have a little natter about a couple of matters |
| Pour me a cuppa' cha a little butter an crackers |
| The kids are unruly news does not fool me |
| And if TV don’t play me no more, just YouTube me |
| Hit em with electro retro meets techno |
| Rap rock kid push back the threshold |
| So take your best shot with you best shooter |
| Here we are now, entertain us computer |
| They can’t change what it is just by putting a name on |
| Or make something art just by shoving a frame on |
| Or become less guilty by passing the blame on |
| Or ramp with Akala where’s you brain gone |
| I’m the rapper that’s dapper |
| No matter the chatter |
| The illest whipper snapper |
| From the land of sausage and batter |
| Where fat are getting fatter |
| And the man them mad as a hatter |
| The goffer or the gaffer |
| Well bruv I’m the latter |
| We’re electro living in the land of the light |
| Election rigging in the land of the right |
| Do what ever you gotta' do to make it through the night |
| But what ever you do don’t believe the hype |
| Things are what they seem |
| Despite what they tell you |
| Beware of the truth or it’ll send you to bellevue |
| If you take a closer look and uncover the veil |
| You will see they’re just salesmen with nothing to sell you |
| But these wags with there fags |
| And christian dior bags |
| Shag and they brag and pose for lads' mags |
| It is sad |
| We are sad for things we cannot have |
| But we are not sad for Baghdad |