Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frosted Perspeks, artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song Hold On, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2009
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Frosted Perspeks |
| Yo! |
| I’m feeling trapped like lab rats, scratching on frosted perspex |
| Ultraviolet lamp on |
| 24/7 never knowing if it’s day or night |
| Vision of a criminal in the form of a shaman knight |
| Living life fixed like programmed microbes |
| Governed by lies who just hide behind their white robes |
| My mind knows better but we choose to walk the tightrope |
| Eyes wide open but we’re shadowed by the blindfold |
| We see the truth unlike those barristers in cheap suits |
| Who see that we could use these opportunities to reap the loot |
| Read the newspaper, watch the telly like we’re hypnotised |
| Less concerned with famine and some ghetto … |
| Prison life riddled with innocent minds being being victimised |
| Sodomised little lies result in getting killed with knives |
| Feeling spite, spill the blood of parents as their children cry |
| Strange that people choose to lose and live I’d rather win and die |
| I travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain |
| Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain |
| Feels different even though I know the streets the same |
| Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game |
| Travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain |
| Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain |
| Feels different even though I know the streets the same |
| Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game |
| Just ‘cos he’s richer, don’t make him a better man |
| Feel twice as good as everything I have is second hand |
| Heavy headed bredders get beheaded as I tread the land |
| Deafening the masses it’s the savage from the Beggar fam |
| Hate began to swell from the second that this quest began |
| Every man for himself, it’s death if you don’t understand |
| Blood and fish shakes, our timid spirits hidden in the sand |
| Ice caps melting phase one of God’s bigger plan |
| Who’s it gonna be? |
| You or me? |
| Fuck authority |
| Honestly I don’t give a raas, suck my prophecy |
| Every damn politician man needs a lobotomy |
| Heard you wanna take me down gwa! |
| take a shot at me |
| My verbal acid burns malice into broken flesh |
| Standing at the gates of your demise you wish you’d spoken less |
| The pressure’s getting drastic I’ve seen man groping plastic breasts |
| Sado-masochists and spastic pets having sex |
| I’m a … I handle cunts with bats, you lacking punch |
| Just strangle … Babylon |
| This lack of understanding baby why we choose to burn our lungs |
| Step with more precaution from the men who speak in foreign tongues |
| So hurry down ‘cos memory lane waits in silence |
| Time for break the chain, shake the dust off your eyelids |
| A violent way lies afoot, these troubled times |
| Where the boss men are cowering, cellars made for wines |
| Steady grind, sitting tight reminiscing 'bout the better days |
| I’m pretty tired of being a slave to what the letter says |
| It’s time for change, make way for the truth now |
| It’s time for you to feel the pain of the youth now |
| You run your government on somebody’s earnings and |
| Burn a whole nation for what’s under their burning sands |
| Turning out propaganda slogans with vermin scams |
| As far as learning sights our lives are governed by discerning brands |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| Once again |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |
| I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep |