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