Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inside Looking Out, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song Clockwork Gray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Inside Looking Out |
The first stone is thrown through the sky |
Night time illuminates, eyes grow wide |
I see the enemy now, more clear than ever |
No fear, that’s better, meet you head on to settle |
The notion now exists that you can beat me |
I swish this speedy to a quickly then I eat you alive |
And all for reasons placed on your stupidity |
You should have never got next to me |
Now you fleeing desperately |
? |
you in the night will then align |
Become an outcast to all mankind |
Just like a threat, fuck no, you can call it a promise |
A full moon in the night is upon us |
You ready for change, I’m hating |
No, I’m really just speaking my mind |
But now a days doing so always seem to get intertwined |
In the politics and everybody holding a grudge |
And if you got no love, you get no love, because |
People always act like they crazy mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t crazy at all |
People always act like they paid mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t paid at all |
People always acting like they hearing what I’m saying |
But them mother fuckers ain’t hearing at all |
People always act like they scary mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t scary at all |
The most wickedest witches in the world shudder |
In fear when the words of Samhain is heard |
We slaughter at night because in the dark you can’t tell |
Whether we’re attacking near or far |
All up in your grill or just breathing down the back of your spine |
Or lingering in your mind like the rhythm and rhyme |
I’m a time bomb set in your head ready to explode |
Or implode depending on the size of your dome |
Watch as I explode in crowds of bystanders |
Who protest the spitting of wicked crawl like salamanders |
? |
downfall with bitches who running every which way |
From the torches of molotov saw |
? |
for the degenerates stealing your innocence |
Who cutting off your hands if you ain’t feeling this |
Peeling the skin back revealing he’s just the shell of a man |
Without a spine in his back, as I was saying |
People always act like they crazy mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t crazy at all |
People always act like they paid mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t paid at all |
People always acting like they hearing what I’m saying |
But them mother fuckers ain’t hearing at all |
People always act like they scary mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t scary at all |
The most infamous lunatics on the planet |
Combining their forces to cause panic amongst the minds of people |
Playing the product with such passion |
And through them we become legend and everlasting |
Blood letting is a chance to let a little go and |
What remains from what you cut away will eventually grow |
And if it don’t grow you get thrown into a realm with us |
Crippled and crushed and unable to trust |
I am not afraid though many have been enslaved on what you say |
I am not paid so how can I relate to you |
White walls, thirty inch rims with chrome spinners |
Most people I know still scrounging change for dinners |
Still hustling for a paper and? |
for precision |
It’s some real life shit, it ain’t no friendly competition |
And the ?, you ask me why I’m paranoid |
'Cause so many suckers perpetrating the game to fill the void |
People always act like they crazy mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t crazy at all |
People always act like they paid mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t paid at all |
People always acting like they hearing what I’m saying |
But them mother fuckers ain’t hearing at all |
People always act like they scary mother fuckers |
But them mother fuckers ain’t scary at all |