Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Own Nation , by - Doomtree. Song from the album All Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
My Own Nation |
| I mean it, I live it |
| Find a niche and then run with it |
| Walk on the wing, don’t flinch at the wind |
| Even when that plane is tail-spinning |
| Believe that when I leave, I’mma leave grinning |
| Gritty city, different singing |
| Like a spinning prop, stop |
| (Head back to the beginning) |
| Those Airwalks were no paradox |
| Pushed my Powell past the Band Box |
| Told my mama being landlocked |
| On this blacktop was just not me |
| I never cared what gravity planned |
| I had my own design on a renegade thought |
| I escaped and I found me a clan |
| Didn’t get away clean, took a couple shots |
| Been beat down, but I smile like |
| «It's my world, my wild life |
| I’m in flight, I’m sound bites |
| And that’s my science applied right» |
| And I live like, «Fuck it |
| Those rules are fake and they don’t apply» |
| I’mma shine 'til death unplug it |
| I’mma hang my letters in the sky |
| It’s the guilt of the gold teeth, king shit |
| Lord of the Fly, E.X.U |
| Brillo, boppers, helicopters |
| Hella choppers, Hello coppers |
| Robbers got the jump, say, «How high?» |
| Suspended animation casting |
| Shadows over the sun, blind |
| From the light coming in from the outside |
| Grip the ground with both feet, hold tight |
| Kiss the pound or the fists will fight |
| Feast or famine, at least the beast is rabid |
| Increase the peace or cease the madness |
| Each his own, you eat the bone |
| The meat alone could bleed a stone |
| Catch a 2 Piece or a Junior Spesh |
| In my element way out my zone |
| Pro rate the program |
| Slap pros, pop 'em off propane |
| Huff boy Space Cadillac Auralac |
| Gutter punk class voyeur |
| Chef Boyar do the deed for ya |
| Oye, loco |
| Bring the Coco |
| Chanel covered in Soco |
| Cattle brand you a logo |
| And I fly a flag of my creation |
| I got my own nation |
| I’m in my own nation |
| I’m in my own |
| And we go for broke, no hesitation |
| What we want, we take it |
| While they out there waiting |
| We on our own |
| Bang for the buck, venison |
| Clean shot and a little luck, fed again |
| Don’t take much |
| Off grid, off crutch |
| Let the wolves eat what the kids won’t touch |
| And I sweep my tracks behind me |
| Take only what we earn |
| Better hope they can’t find me |
| Learn real quick, real witch won’t burn |
| I’ve been gone |
| I’ve been out there, out here, grinning |
| Been fucking with the light on |
| I’ve been killing that |
| «I'm not living that bullshit» shit for years, bro |
| We don’t even live here, bro |
| I’ll be leaving with the wind |
| I believe in getting in where the fuck you want |
| Whether you fit or you build, bro |
| Motherfuck, wait |
| Giddyup or |
| Give it up or whatever, just gotta fill up the plate |
| More than keep up the pace |
| Gotta kill up the race, go |
| And I fly a flag of my creation |
| I got my own nation |
| I’m in my own nation |
| I’m in my own |
| And we go for broke, no hesitation |
| What we want, we take it |
| While they out there waiting |
| I got my own nation |
| We on our own |