Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Force Fed Imagery, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Force Fed Imagery, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Force Fed Imagery |
Is this the way that it is? |
Or the way that’s it gotta be? |
Date-rapes and robbery |
Shops hotted up, bruv |
It’s just like Monopoly |
Lifelines slide on like prices of property |
High crimes and violence in this life of democracy |
Nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy |
We gotta stop the poverty |
Stealing it from the lottery |
Bredders are just a mockery |
Fiending it like Pete Doherty |
Dreaming of living properly |
Living is what I gotta be |
What I gotta be |
As the daybreak wakes |
I see a darker sun |
Is getting knocked off the world |
And disaster’s come |
It’s got the father: |
«I'm lost for the answers son.» |
Like a last breath straight from my tarred up lungs |
I’m so cross with the world that my scars leak blood |
It’s insane. |
My neck’s hung |
But not from death, from shame |
I feel strange as I pace these plains |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery; |
graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images making you scream |
I’ve seen A-Grade straight take, rape and cave in brains |
But my mate stays quicker than rate of our climate change |
Shit’s fucked up bruv, it’s like the diamond trade |
And the fact that the state pays straight |
Wastes papes at a minimum wage |
It’s despicable mate |
Yo! |
A million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, killing the living |
Until they slip into prison |
It doesn’t make a difference if they really did or they didn’t |
The silly judges make the fickle decisions |
With little admission |
That’s what’ll cripple the system |
At a militant rate |
And every minute it’s raised |
So I’m livid with rage |
Living in hate as the wickedest breh |
Depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics I make |
It’s sticky business building quickly on the illest estates |
A million slaves |
Grace the image I place |
Right here |
Living here in the city which is filling with rage |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery; |
graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images making you scream |
Yo! |
I’m sly with the mystique |
Depicting these sick dreams |
Through means of a slipstream |
Pristine screens slip clean off my lips like |
Leaves in the wind’s breeze |
Under the tree of mystery I bleed imagery |
Sick with the wish of a winning streak |
Sins speak deeper than the whisper from the Grim Reaper |
Grips around your heart in a second like a seizure |
The streets bring the heat like you’re living with a fever |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images I’ve seen in a dream |
Force-fed imagery on the airwaves |
Force-fed imagery; |
graffiti on the staircase |
Force-fed images straight to your screens |
Force-fed images making you scream |