Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THE PEOPLE ARE SHIT, artist - Chuggo
Date of issue: 04.05.2005
Song language: English
THE PEOPLE ARE SHIT |
The peoples souls are dirty, unworthy |
Your words of salvation are murder capital |
Clappin' you on random occasions |
In the hood the good die young cause death is impatient |
The laws are manufactured by one religious denomination |
Its fate that I spit, sick psychotic analogies |
This is a world where niggas pimp the children and their family |
The beast and the false prophet, move closer gradually |
Unforgivable sins, satanic bestiality |
You got the muthafuckin nerve to point your finger mad at me |
Cause' I select to put the world in perspective for clarity |
Street hustle ghetto salary, grammatically perfect |
Now fuck soundscan, my sound make your faculty nervous |
Selfish and worthless, placin' they faith in partisan churches |
And too self-righteous to look beyond the curses |
So I made it my purpose to purchase space in your brain |
And flood the fuckin border with Peruvian cocaine! |
While they engineer diseases tryna leave you dead again |
Corporate strategy, the profit producing the medicine |
My flow is human evolution, savage to elegant |
Run up on a nigga, like a military regiment |
Cockin' the gat, lock and load, poppin a cap |
Making your stomach acid splatter out a hole in your back |
Cold on the track, the soul I hold is older than rap |
So I can the evil and shitty people across the map (hahahaa) |
You thought I wouldn’t see you for the devil you are |
Fake muthafuckas turn around, tryna be stars |
Turn their back on those who used to be fam |
Over short money, type you get hustling grams |
Fuck outta here' |
And when your record label wanna hold your masters, publishing and manage your |
marketing budget its like… |
And when your peeps come home from prison, and can’t get a job, then gotta do |
the same shit, that was the same shit that got them locked up in the first |
place its like… |
And we got our true promoters that put a fuckin gun in a mixtape DJ’s mouth |
just to get him to play a fuckin record that you pressed up yourself and no one |
else is helping you with, its like. |
Yeah. |
The people are shit (fuck y’all) |