Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Kings, artist - Tame OneAlbum song I'll Sleep When You're Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: Fat Possum, Producto Mart
Song language: English
No Kings |
| And the kids say |
| Watch your man |
| I think he’s faking the band |
| Y’all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands |
| Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback |
| Me clutchin’a 30 od, burn village laughing |
| Gas mask latched in Signal for the whirly |
| Worm killer bird on the set |
| I flex early |
| Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind |
| Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine |
| Let’s digress now |
| Kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer |
| Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica |
| New York is the truancy burg, sate of hysterica |
| It’s a brutalized lab bunny jumpin’the fence |
| Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head |
| Brooklyn is the life |
| Equal parts joy, strife |
| I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead |
| The same weight of the monkey on my neck |
| Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends |
| Now I’m walkin''round lit like the fun never ends |
| But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents |
| Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents |
| Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense |
| Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer |
| Fake aliens… from lying saucers |
| I don’t have the time, man |
| I’m searching for bigger answers |
| The beat is so sick |
| Made with real bits of panther |
| The clay of the city streets don’t take to these broken cleats |
| But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded |
| It’s just me what up, Tame? |
| Desperate men do dangerous things |
| Full alarm system, New York with No Kings |
| Desperate kids do dangerous shit |
| Full alarm system, it’s on where you live |
| My name is El-Producto, my friend |
| I walk rawly |
| Oddly, bent pood beast |
| Fiends try to draw me Another close copy but not the god hardly |
| Sex shit sloppily |
| Fuck yourself (Pardon me) |
| Look, here comes the scientists |
| Here they come to cure us all |
| Mind is on your money, sonny |
| Brain is on the curtain call |
| Give the kid a sack a D Pass the child a bag of C Even in the tenement residence there’s a pharmacy |
| Deadly young people |
| Deadly new day |
| Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play |
| Dignity for criminals |
| Science for religion |
| War stole the future |
| Peace is for bitches |
| Eveything’s a felony |
| Relatively hellishly |
| Cops make guns whistle like «Here, check the melody» |
| You need to learn to worship the warships |
| Anything made of steel, of course, can leave corpses |
| Cops on four horses |
| Hot to draw quarters |
| The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick |
| Don’t lift your foot off of that land mine switch |
| Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid |
| We don’t need no edumucation |
| There’s no patience |
| My team is on the food line |
| Blicker in the waist and |
| Walkies all connected |
| Gotta wait for the signal |
| Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle |
| Insight is disease |
| Feed the criminal rotary |
| All over the world it’s the same skull fuck locally |
| Alpha flight airs the are rare we rock openly |
| Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking you |
| Never shit on my faction of bastards |
| Not openly |
| Don’t you even whisper shit |
| Not even if jokingly |
| Straight out of poisenville |
| Comin’up for air again |
| Nah, the air is poisonous |
| Environment choking me Do it again |
| Desperate men do dangerous things |
| Full alarm system, New York with No Kings |
| Desperate kids do dangerous shit |
| Full alarm system, it’s on where you live |