Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fear, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Sloppy Seconds Volume Two, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2005
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Fear |
Fear is nothing more than a feeling |
You feel hot |
You feel hungry |
You feel angry |
You feel afraid |
Fear can never kill you |
Now who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? |
That’s if you can admit it if you get that shook |
Cause everyone’s been in a bit of a pinch that looked a bit bad |
Couldn’t predict that you would live past where you stood |
I’m scared of God coming back, asking if I’ve read his big black book |
While I’m mid-splash up in a bitch' ass in a bath room |
Nothing gets stashed if you live crass under a glass roof |
I’m afraid, but I act natural. |
On tours I can’t sleep |
Hoping there’s nothing we crash through, while on board in the back seat |
Since I nearly lost my life and my wife in a taxi |
The echos of the impact retroactively attack me |
I’m afraid of having a baby that lacks feet |
Afraid of rugged terrain and plunging a plane head first in a vast sea |
I’m afraid of any school-aged child that packs heat |
Or the feeling of not being able to wake up from a bad dream |
I’m afraid of wasting years of my life on this rap scene |
Or Seeing my mother pass without grasping the brass ring |
So many tragedies happen in mass on the flat screen |
But it’s never as real as hearin' your family’s last screams |
Cause god didn’t make us to die! |
(so what?) |
So fear is an interim instinct given to keep us alive |
So when you feel the chills reel up your spine |
And the adrenaline fills you, don’t stress |
Cause fear can still kill you |
I’m known as a brave guy |
But to say I’m fearless is to say lies |
Some I might have until my days die |
My fears are few, but powerful |
When the days done and your demons come to devour you and kill if you allow |
them to |
Feelings I’m familiar with known as a grown man |
Heart pounding will make your spine shudder like a cold hand |
Nothing logical about it, wild, irrational, makin' your mind clouded |
Can you explain yours? |
I doubt it |
Why do thoughts of failure make me uptight |
I don’t swim |
Cause the fear drowning wakes me up nights |
I don’t win |
Stare the nightmare in the eye when I stood at my pop’s grave |
Was not afraid of death, but with his I was not brave |
He was proud but didn’t live to see me a make hot stage |
I cry to see his pride when I rock and got praised |
That’s why I spot days, it’s more than a clock’s hours |
Refusal let the fear block power |
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo I’m 23 started writing in my late-teens |
Got with PMD’s Hitsquad when I was 18 |
Thinkin' I’m the nicest |
My first song of great means |
Naive, thinkin' I’m one step away from this great dream |
Had plans for the top even had fans on my jock |
Listenin' to my old shit, I know why my manager stopped callin' |
Gotta take advantages, not often niggas want to put you on |
I need a hand just to stop fallin' |
Fall away from my dreams |
And I didn’t go to college cause your boy was supposed to go all the way to the |
green |
All the way to the scene of Biggie’s performance on ‘The Show' |
Imagine I saw my face on the screen, damn |
I try to tell myself «I won’t fail» |
But if I do ain’t no «Oh well» |
What the fuck do I do if I don’t sell? |
I’m scared that I’m wasting my life being Joe Schmoe with no dough |
I’mma take a .44 and I’m wasting my life, fuck that |
You may think I’m frontin', but let me tell you I ain’t scared of nothin' |
And nowadays you always gotta be prepared for somethin' |
Cause life is a game that we play |
The chips fall where they may but most times you don’t land where you want to |
There were days when I would have said I was afraid of heights |
When I was younger I couldn’t go to sleep without the lights |
But when I got over it I really started noticin' |
We only fear a situation when we ain’t controllin' it |
I would have seen more scary movies if somebody woulda told a kid |
That when you turn the TV off the monsters go away |
You know they say there’s nothing to fear, but being afraid |
And I’m afraid I never seen the difference being scared made |
Except for opportunities to advance going to waste |
I never ran so you ain’t got to worry about me giving a chase |
I don’t give a fuck |
If I’m cornered with a barrel to my face |
And niggas claiming that they really ain’t afraid to catch a case |
That’s bullshit |
Cause a nigga that was ‘bout it would’ve pulled it |
And the fear in his eyes say he ain’t go not bullets |
Then, once I realize that he ain’t gonna do shit |
Be afraid, I got one too dog, and I ain’t afraid to use it |