Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rest in Peace, artist - Drapht. Album song Brothers Grimm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ada, The Ayems, Warner Music Australia
Song language: English
Rest in Peace |
Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back |
Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks |
For the love that why their uncle packs a bomb in their bags |
What the fuck, you’d do the same with no options in hand |
So stop with the wack raps you illiterate stale |
horse shit, you just a piss in the gale force winds |
Battling me like I have to start busting for you |
I’m like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove |
Fuck it, I’ll serve you straight from the kitchen |
And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon |
Listen. |
I’m deaf and blind to your fallacy war |
Like a land mine child victim all bandaged and sore |
Damage and break you down until your spirit is vanquished |
like traditional ownership does to indigenous factions |
It’s more than just black and white, like racism |
Cos the face of hate appears when you face the mirror |
This more than people starving to eat |
Cos food for thought is running short in this marketed scene |
It’s hard to believe when you feel like smashing the mirror |
But Charlie Chimp will pick you up like an angry gorilla |
Yeah I’m back in that pattern… |
I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen |
Just for rapping wack you’re catchin a slappin |
I’ll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin |
Have another shot, see if you can take this spot |
I’ma play strategically and take everything you got |
Ciecmate! |
Game over, now you know the deal |
Here with my bro’s and we’re pro’s in our chosen fields |
Standing tall like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster |
Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life |
I’ma live my life like I like on any given night and anything else isn’t right |
Time’s ticking by, time’s making changes, time’s turning friends into strangers |
I’m trying to find what the aim is, but time’s limited |
I’ve gotta make payments and for everyone, everyday it’s the same shit |
Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement |
But it’s built on lies like the Bush administration |
The media be feeding ya and we just believe it huh? |
Behind the curtain men are getting greedier |
We need to peel the curtain back and hurt em bad |
And then spread the wealth around to all those who’ve been getting held down |
Can I get some help now? |
Or can I get a hell yeah? |
I’m saying this for everybody’s welfare |
«…now, may these MC’s rest in peace» |
«Rest in peace» |
«may these MC’s rest in peace |
Because when I come to town, the population decrease"-→Big Daddy Kane |
Rest in peace, two thousand and six shit changes quickly |
Def to all man so I’m trained in lip read |
Pick me like a gypsy picking a pocket |
Depict me like David Hicks holding that rocket |
A mix breed of Scottish and a modern day Australia’s |
home but Mundine treats us like an alien, no Man fuck that |
Singing Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack |
Cut back on the ego, leave rap to the albino |
Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a T-bone |
See know evil speech insightful |
Solid gold heat like Hussein’s rifle |
I’m spiteful, only loyal if it’s like that |
Starve man’s best friend, he’s gonna bite back |
What, it’s just the way that it is Dig your grave like letting Michael J. play with your kids |
I can’t live in this world full of rock heads |
Finding a good one like finding the Loch Ness |
Monster, and not Kody Scott |
But down for my team and known what I got |
When it’s my shot, take it never look back |
Or ever make it, dedicated to my fate a known gladiator |
Yeah your favourite, I run with wind |
Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, yeah you know me Rest in peace bottom feeders, the scourge of the earth |
Proof God doesn’t need us, from fetus to birth |
First. |
my mums didn’t plan me, so meet plan b The worker bee, Ron Burgendy where the pants be Quite a big deal, 90 something kilo |
Aim for the best but got Shaq at the free throw |
Overweight. |
Shit I can’t hold a job but I can hold a steak |
wash it down with a bunch of brown bottles |
Plutonic made it for snake charmers |
The bass bang harder than face planting in chain armour |
Heavy metal, hammers banging the hang over |
In my headspace, until it’s dead weight |
Until the next day, return of the Jedi |
Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye |
Dr Jekyl, Mr Trials |
Mean me on on the beat be the recipe for rest in peace |