Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makeshift Message, artist - Eligh. Album song Sidewaydayz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eligh
Song language: English
Makeshift Message |
| Exposed to you |
| Massaging brains puting across |
| A point of you |
| Let me explain the words of a master |
| Messenger misaha no more marsupials |
| They could be also mammals |
| Enamels peeling |
| Of the ceiling |
| Need new paints to show |
| The many experience |
| Of one individual person |
| To explain a message |
| Fore mannered |
| To fit a whole nation |
| should we disopation |
| Wating for reasonable explanations |
| The government will torment |
| Thier own fucking environment |
| Why lie and hide behind such |
| Trickie metaphors |
| I’ve decide to open mind |
| Is better for your peers |
| And their pores |
| Keep the clear |
| And informed when you perform |
| One receives an obligation |
| Sort of a weight on their shoulders |
| To speak messages |
| Truthful in a positive order |
| Not all eyes but some eyes |
| Just a handful eyes |
| And ears are on me Internet access |
| Press the words on me |
| A little further than i would get |
| On my own two feet |
| So whose to speak the bullshit |
| Over these makeshift tracks |
| Not I called out danned off |
| With a staff full of lightning |
| Still exciting writing scriptures |
| For the grand children |
| I stand a building |
| A skyscraper |
| Take the lives |
| For the wide and made |
| Come later |
| Make my songs of lesser greater |
| Than contestants pagers |
| On MTV killing the mockingbird |
| Still talking words with no message |
| The movement of mouth |
| Motion makeshift |
| Find something to talk about |
| Mental weight lift |
| Message find constant |
| Message don’t rhyme nonsense |
| The essence of learning |
| Turn your tape into a project 2x |
| Some folks just spit it out |
| Really don’t give a fuck |
| Just because it takes me a week |
| For a tapes creation |
| Dosent mean it lacks inserity |
| Or innovation |
| I guess it do sound different |
| Than the last and thats the point |
| Time to blast off this earth |
| Give birth to abstractions of a man |
| Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard |
| Leaving you punks |
| Scared and banned |
| >From this underground tape lash |
| Take my hand |
| Talking about a wack fucker raps |
| Is far from this land |
| I spaned my laps |
| To a grandfather of time |
| As far as i can |
| But time waits for no man |
| Nothings gonna change |
| If me and you dont change |
| Somebodys gonna have two move up Step up to the game |
| Te fiddler’s being played |
| By the pigs |
| and the wolf is hungry |
| Bacons fried |
| Puling the wolves over your eye |
| So we should reach |
| Deep |
| Deep |
| Deep down |
| Extract all the weeds |
| Dont be clowns |
| We can make fullusivly beats now |
| My final verse is this |
| To the crews out there |
| Who really speak |
| Dont dwell all the time |
| All weak emcees |
| Find a time to speak |
| And realitivly leave |
| Information to the hip-hop nation |
| Be patient |
| Our time is now |
| Along with style |
| Were the gracious host |
| Of the new mellenium |
| These tasteless jokes |
| About big dicks and condiminiums |
| Wont amount to shit eccept |
| Maybee comfortable living |
| But path living is fast |
| Taking in these fast times |
| Fast rhymes Making dollars |
| With no messages of sour great |
| Steped on by us |
| Inelectually Stimulated folk |
| With no jokes |