Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face The Music, artist - Crazy Town. Date of issue: 06.12.2000
Song language: English
Face The Music |
| Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes |
| Words forced fed through your mind trace the source |
| Brother, brother |
| Face the music don’t confuse it for another |
| Nothing comes close to this |
| Kiss the sky |
| These grands change hands as our fans multiply |
| We push rhymes |
| People gather 'round when we kick 'em |
| Go boy shifty stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Burning bridges, smokinism, losin' my religion |
| Shooting the breeze |
| We got these MCs ass kissing |
| So If you can’t take the heat get your ass outta the kitchen |
| I freak it off the wall |
| Crammin,' slammin', point of views into your fucking skull |
| Bitch that’s why we stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em |
| (Stick e, stick e) |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em |
| Well if I tapped you on the spinal with an |
| Anaesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl |
| It’s called survival |
| Without drop the stylish into friction |
| Tectonic traits drifting like the plates |
| It shakes like the quakes in Cali |
| The mystic Maharaji |
| Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid |
| Producer supper status |
| I’m here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler |
| So place your bet middler |
| The roof is a blaze and yo |
| Were smoking out the fiddler |
| We’re sippin' on a hundred proof liquor |
| Welcome to the dooms day, dawnin', hot like the sun |
| No time to relax we pack the dooms day gun |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em |
| (Stick e, stick e) |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em |
| Call me a drifter, richter when I hit you with the stick |
| I’m talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man |
| The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and |
| I talk a lotta shit because I know a lotta shit |
| I know, I said I’d quit but I just want another hit |
| It’s madness pimpin' like Gladys |
| The baddest maintainer status that is no question |
| Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension |
| This jabber jaw’s jaws are slappin' |
| We’s what’s happenin' |
| The bones are breakin' and fingers snappin' |
| The pressure is on with non stop action |
| Whether bangin' your head or steady maxin' |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em |
| (Stick e, stick e) |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em, ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |
| Bitch |
| Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em |