Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retina Scan, artist - Coolzey
Date of issue: 28.01.2010
Song language: English
Retina Scan |
Who the guy is they sent to clean up the mess |
Give a fuck if you’re black or white |
I eat both legs and breast |
Wings and thighs |
Whether you king-shit or a small fry |
I don’t discriminate |
Eliminate you like a fall guy |
All rise because I came to judge |
Thought you rocked the party |
but you didn’t get a dame to budge |
I made a hard rock |
Let down his guard, Ak |
Don’t try to comprehend, friend |
Before you turn your brain to fudge |
Because most people are walking the earth half asleep |
Pretending to be emcees when they’re really just sheep |
And so we gotta guide them back to the pasture |
First you gotta wake up before you test the master |
Walk before you run, son |
Think before you shit out your mouth |
And me and Copy have to visit your house |
In the middle of the night wearing black suits |
Take your gear, raid your fridge, and drink up all the brew |
Leave with your memory gone before dawn |
On your way to work spot a crop circle on your lawn |
Think nothing of it, puppet |
Live your life and love cus it’s gone before you know it |
So don’t blow it |
Carry on |
Nothing to see here |
Please step back behind the line, sir |
The kind of thoughts I have will make your mind blur |
I never related to you petty humans anyway |
Any day now the mothership will return |
But I ain’t going |
Nah, man I like it here |
Wine, women, weed, records and mics |
and striking fear into the hearts of the haters |
who been fucking up the planet since day one |
Ignorant ones your time will come |
But for now I play the background |
Chilling with a drink until a fink decides |
He’d like to get a smack down |
and that’s the triple truth, Ruth |
You try to step into the booth and get loose |
Yo money, put the crack down |
There’s more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream |
So I suggest you retreat and get a better team |
Who’s Copywrite? |
I don’t know, never met the man |
Look into the light ma’am |
We’re need to take your retina scan |
The world’s a large place |
It’s easy to lose track |
Every day you leave your spot |
You might never come back |
Who’s Coolzey? |
I don’t know never met the man |
Look into the light, sir |
We’re gonna need to get your retina scan |
Six million ways to die |
Lazer eyes |
Trained to spy |
On haze or Thai |
On haters wives |
The faithful bride |
Until I hit her with amazing lies |
Then I hit her with the dick |
and tell the bitch to page a ride |
Not the king of my city |
Nor a jester or a mayor |
Just an addict without Vicodin |
Settling for Bayers |
Shoot my metal in the air |
Tell Kramer to get the hell up in the chair of the Caddy |
and hit the pedal for a scare |
Burn out until there’s yellow in his chair |
Drop him off in the ghetto unprepared |
and get the hell up outta there |
See I’m mellow off the haze |
But I’m mentally insane |
Without a chemical to brain |
That’s why I’m regularly blazed |
And all sediments remain |
Until I’m dead and in the grave |
Medicine infested in my vein |
Leveraging the pain |
I started smoking and I’ve never been the same |
Whatever remains of my cells fell out of my brain |
So get the hell out of the rain |
because it’s acid and it burns |
Can’t get the smell out or the stain |
Yo what was that behind the ferns? |
Let us handle it, bro |
Go back to your little life |
Little wifey needs you in the kitchen |
Plus you’re twitching |
It’ll be all right |
Somebody get this man some water and a blanket |
Then escort him off the premises |
So we can bring the ruckus |
Before you go just let us check you for concussion |
Look into this here device please |
Now say cheese |
Punch it |
COPYWRITE AND COOLZEY |
There’s more things on heaven and earth than you could ever dream |
So I suggest you retreat and get a better team |
Who’s Copywrite? |
I don’t know, never met the man |
Look into the light ma’am |
We’re need to take your retina scan |
The world’s a large place |
It’s easy to lose track |
Every day you leave your spot |
You might never come back |
Who’s Coolzey? |
I don’t know never met the man |
Look into the light, sir |
We’re gonna need to get your retina scan |