Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Earth , by - Evil Nine. Song from the album You Can Be Special Too, in the genre Release date: 14.11.2004
Record label: Marine Parade
Song language: English
Earth |
| It is cold, airless, forbidding |
| The very precision of its operation, like a surrealistic dream |
| We can measure it’s movement and depth |
| But our minds cannot fathom it’s spiritual geometry |
| There are those among who can comprehend it’s physical forces |
| But in the inner structure of our beings, we have not yet digested it’s meaning |
| You get no mercy if you’re innocent |
| No Viagra if you’re impotent |
| No education if you’re ignorant |
| Keep your head low if you’re illigit |
| My finger’s on the red button |
| (Punk) |
| You don’t really wind up and start something |
| You don’t really wind up and start something |
| You don’t really wind up and start something |
| My finger’s on the red button |
| So you want me to fuck around and display |
| Mental array of rhymes, metaphors, word play? |
| No Tocky, just keep it rocking 'til the beat stops kid |
| Just spare the lives of the innocent, 'cos someone’s gotta live |
| When I spit it’s like a dirt bike |
| My words take flight |
| Gritty and muddy, Tom-style it’s just liiike a box of tricks |
| A box of hits, tool-box pop your lips, Tom-style |
| Box you in, got the sound box, got you |
| Desire the nanny, in a ring-box, Tom-style |
| Box your chin, box you up |
| Put you in to storage, with some more shit |
| I’m getting you dazzled E’s, back from focus |
| I consume the beat like a swarm of locusts |
| I’m on this beat like a evil parasite |
| Watch me blood up your spinal, I’m in the mood tonight |
| Making moves like Kneivil, jump you with the mic |
| I’m in the mood to hype, yo these rhymes are medievil |
| In the mood to fight, yo the evil crew link mate |
| It’s evil nine tonight with the shadowless dark arts |
| Tripping through the light, lyrics burst and ricochet |
| I stand up — get slapped |
| All of you pussies and saps, pansies and twats |
| Shallow characteristics |
| I got a dropkick for all of you pinpricks |
| Yo mind-smiths puzzling like Ludo |
| Don’t even grab you still yo |
| Taking space even on my own or with my crew so |
| You know better than to start with some shit bro |
| Grab you like a whirlpool, take you down low |
| Always wanting me to display skills and let it show like Thor |
| Thunderous style, hammering or blows, like barbarians |
| Clubbing down all of my foes |
| One punch, rock your dome, blood your nose |
| I got a big-arse stardom with multiple hoes |
| Shorty-ass sprinklers, wet my bulbs yo |
| Blood-sucking vampires think you’ve gots the go |
| No no no please don’t bite -that's the blow |
| Cos wifey notices that shit, yeah you know |
| I rock the heat so I can ice the show |
| Moody black beats with hyped tempos |
| Still spitting hard at the land yo |
| I’m on go, my mind’s very alert |
| I never shirk, prepared to put in the work |
| Mentally running until my head hurts |
| Mental head-splurt |
| Banging out beats that hurt your network |