Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Party For The Fight To Write, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Party For The Fight To Write |
Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap |
Walks amongst the flies that hover over the mat |
He lies, but only when there’s a reason |
Measures life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season |
Poor at handling and managing income |
Got enough love to pass around and then some |
Been done, that there a name you can trust |
Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush |
Good with pets, and rips up sex |
Put the show in biz, try to give what you get |
When you let him run free with the thought |
Pull the line in, try to see what you caught |
I ain’t all that bad, but I ain’t all that great |
I went back to the lab and began to mutate |
Wait. |
I still look the same, still got the same dumb name |
Ain’t a damn thing changed |
But if you like surprises, I know of a party |
Where they all dance around to your heart beat |
Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws |
Lets put a face on this common cause |
And he said some got pencils and some got guns |
Some know how to stand and some of them run |
We don’t get along, but we sing the same song |
Party for the fight to write, and write on |
Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay true outspoken |
Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open |
The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths |
Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs |
This indutry’s big, so big, in fact |
We can all get some, and we can give some back |
And if its done correct, we’ll make more than noise |
So pick it up, and pick me up when you’re bored with the toys |
As a child hip-hop made me read books |
And hip-hop made me wanna be a crook |
And hip-hop gave me the way and something to say |
And all I took in return is a second look |
Son, you’re shook, cause ain’t no such thing as half way there |
Getting good at actin' like you just don’t care |
The circle of life, tryin' to make it square |
Conditionin' self to sit still and stare |
Oh where have all the sheep gone… |
Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on |
John Coltrane, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party |
And if I spent anymore time inside my head |
I’d probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed |
And if I go another day without eating a meal |
I’m gonna show you what it means to keep it real |
And if they keep shooting guns up and down my block |
I swear to God I’ll be the first one to call the cops |
And if I gotta hear that song ever again |
You’re gonna have to share some of that beer, my friend |
They mistake me as happy-go-lucky |
Just another base-head bobbin' nobody |
But from where I stand, they sound like spies |
Fillin' all the children’s heads with lies |
Well alright, get your money right |
But right now tonight I want you to pick a side |
So when you got your power and you got your cheddar |
Let’s get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better |
Bring it on (right now)… He said, «Bring it on» (right now)… |
he looked you in the eye, and he said, «Bring it on» (right now) |
Ain’t nothin' but a party y’all… let’s get it on |