Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soldiers/Survivors, artist - DC the MIDI Alien. Album song East Coast Avengers present DC the MIDI Alien : Avengers Airwaves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Soldiers/Survivors |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
It’s anyway, Big Brother can take a break |
Keep and a diamond on ourselves for status updates |
No whereabout, volunteering our whereabouts |
To the military state, clear 'em out |
Tear 'em out the frame |
It ain’t the same I wanna break the chains and go |
MIA but them jets ain’t paper planes |
And while y’all fight about who ever heard it first |
I 'ma murder this verse |
Wanna build? |
I’m a steel this verse |
Y’all ain’t worth the dirt on this earth |
I’m a lifelong genius worth life on Venus |
Or oil on Mars, I boil my bars |
'Til you’re left disfigured, face configured with boils and scars |
Y’all be twitter-snitching, if y’all most def hidden |
I’m Christopher Hitchens' |
God is not great was written |
This is food for thought, Satanic verses |
salmon rush these kitchen when I’m spitting |
Fitting feds are Boston |
I’m weighing all of my options to break the box that we’re locked in |
We chopped them, dead in the middle of little Italy |
Little did we know we got rid of our civil liberties |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
Twenty, Adidas watch |
In about the time I roll a tree to spark |
To all my weedheads yeah they should legalize it |
Congress need to hit the chronic and realize it |
wanna run up in my crib |
With a long list of everything I did |
New York make a mill off of my |
But they ain’t worried about feeding of my kids |
It’s while I feel like peeling back their wigs |
Buck the judge like this ain’t shit |
You know whenever they was ditch |
I’m running errands and I’m airing it out |
Don’t want your errands nigga, cause you’re wearing 'em out |
Nigga nigga the money’s what I’m caring about |
Keep that bullshit to yourself sucker, hear me out |
Throw 'em up, yuck yuck cheers we out |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
Every verse thirty below, you barely a cold breeze |
So fly we that’ll give you a nosebleed |
Poetry in motion opponents, moving with slow feet |
Burn a track in the time and take the light of the |
So dope that the crowd either in the |
We OT, rival crews cloning our whole steez |
It don’t lurk, confuse 'em, leave 'em with no |
Can’t us homie, leave you with broke |
Bridging a gap between futuristic and this is the time |
New kicks matching fisherman hats |
Update the formula, we don’t live in the past |
Overseas without even swimming a lap |
Position intact, the illness inside me |
Kill the noise quicker than Bill O’Reilly |
, third world built mentality |
Airborne with forms so the style’s my gallery |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |
No time to sleep kid, no time to snooze |
No time to lose, they want to keep us confused |
We ain’t fucking with it, y’all |