Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TV Screen, artist - AlterbeatsDate of issue: 25.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TV Screen |
| Heal the world, learn from the magician |
| Deep down in France, underground physician |
| Streets tearing scoop from a terrorist position |
| Kamachi rude up forever the tradition |
| Yeah, 'bout to blaze |
| Rhyme set what rapping is |
| Six spitter quarantined my raps for days |
| Mike Messiah king in it’s master phase |
| International look what the crafter’s please |
| Juju Mob, wave the mightiest sword |
| Thunder rain come after the night I record |
| Build the ark for the ark welcome aboard |
| People feel for me, saying' what they feel for the Lord |
| Open my mind 'til I feel every realms explored |
| From the ashes the wings of the angel you saw |
| Chief Kamachi, most never see me before |
| Leave bodies, most never see me at war |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screens x4 |
| Yes |
| Arm chemically, turn to shred and we go |
| I might stand mind, sumerian text writen in stone |
| Off I’m Rocko red elegant soul |
| I say shit on a fouth job I’m done |
| I’m George Walker boys Afghani pipe line |
| I’m GPS micro chips slipped in their mind |
| I’m naked in my positive they ying yang sign |
| I’m magical I eated the human spine |
| Think you runnin' out of money |
| Beacon thrown in time |
| Rest in peace eternity |
| Check the egyptian line |
| Stone, white man, cave man, clock is not man’s |
| Black man walk the land ditching in outcome |
| Religion attorney keep the ground there |
| Got the media with TV screens, mp3, burn cd’s, probe to |
| Screens |
| Outcome of american night routines |
| MTV, BET, fox files, DBS and the fucking brevatin |
| 85, open eyes, read the truth, believe |
| 85, open eyes, read the truth, believe |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen x4 |
| Yes |
| Trust me |
| I’m like awful when I swing swords |
| In this industry they usin' my dick as a spring board |
| When it ain’t pause, whores fallow my pimp ones |
| Spread legs like wigs, Mary Poppins playing ring tones |
| I enforced the follow rules |
| I made my way through the narrow this avenue |
| So get you open like a parachute |
| To survive I’m ready to do I die, I stab, I shoot |
| I’m cracking booze, slap a dooze, I got an attitude |
| You mad 'cause from how you do it, tappin' your booze |
| Snatching a cooch, lovely right out of the blue |
| I be the drop in this proverb |
| Your bitch got braces |
| I’m sticking my dick in some fucking sherbet |
| And know she don’t love them burglers |
| Couldn’t cheap pop be my flow when I heat it like saki |
| Drink it with Chief Kamachi |
| I’m on the streets like nazis |
| Control Napoleon |
| I’m zeitgeist, smelting your ice |
| Like global warming |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen |
| Yes, we do exist |
| But they don’t believe 'til we on the TV screen |
| Yes |