Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Furrows, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
40 Furrows |
| Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through |
| He’s liable to get at you something awful |
| Push up on a posse like «you prolly a product of something, too» |
| But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through |
| Fire breather like he’s swallowing bottles of paraffin |
| Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them |
| Love hustler, pash pusher -- penny-a-peck |
| The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech |
| Ripple rocked water craft -- helluva wake |
| Now it’s either orders or oars taken from the head of state |
| Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation |
| We’re rowing, they’re steady posturing to keep their backs straightened |
| No doubt, baby -- varsity crew |
| Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon |
| Proper swoon unit, group and do work; |
| usurp swagger lords |
| Lip servicing, you’re sayin' shit with the jabber jaws |
| Love how you’re suckin' down the back catalog |
| Yeah, the money moves slow, but it’s plenty room to grow |
| Notice the glow -- they’re rollin' in with Tennyson brigades |
| To collect tithe -- slide your ten percent in the plate |
| Gotta spend to save, double-up -- stackin' the odds |
| Apply your cosmetics, baby -- get attractive for God |
| And if the rapture don’t come, cousin, then pass the guns |
| I burn 'em for the return of my investment funds |
| Trouble jumpin' on -- I saw when the chariot swung low |
| And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho |
| Unsho' if even one’ll go or if I wanna know |
| Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home to bungalow |
| Shanty complex and the resolution is simple |
| Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water |
| I ain’t bothered over nothin', the covenant’s up in Gotham |
| With a wonderful underabundance of love, it’s a problem |
| For city staff, take it to the magistrate |
| From an early age, I played with matches, mate |
| Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the pearly gates |
| Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste |
| Kentuck' your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool’s gold |
| I’mma show you how to use it to plow rows |
| Synonymous are worship and work |
| Prostrate and put your face in the dirt (like this)… |