Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cinema, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song The Pro Tools Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Cinema |
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor |
And some fishing rods is hanging on the door |
Painting on the wall of stick figures |
That’s rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger |
Where the imagination runs wild, like who’s creeping |
Neighbors are acres away and probably sleeping |
Wind dusting blowing makes the sounds of ghost |
Thieves in the room makes you feel really close |
Remind me of this late night thriller |
I watched the other night, they never caught the killer |
Bats thats flying in every direction |
Got to stay low and roll with the protection |
Visitors that often stay for the summer |
They heart beat, like the roll of a drummer |
I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn’t funny, I got those chills |
I can feel the presence all around me The scene isn’t funny, it’s all too real |
The room was full, the sky was black, the bathroom |
Hear a crack, wolves roam in packs |
In the dining room, the chair rock back and forth |
Pull the table cloth to the sun, where it fell off |
Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered |
Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered |
Front door was open, welcome mat was soaking |
The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken |
In the backyard, two dogs would growl |
And barking, the eyes and they teeth was sparkling |
I started to sweat, they started to get closer |
Then I saw a face on a wanted poster |
And outlaw who stay with an empty hoster |
Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster |
Make a room to turn the light switch on Chump up, my jacket was torn |
Pages from the photo album, make a return |
Wax drip from the candle as it slowly burn |
Then the lights had started blinking, as if the power was gone |
The room become foggy, as if the shower was on Words was written in the steam on the mirror |
In bold print, couldn’t have been any clearer |
Teeth that was giving out sounds without a picture |
And a voice kept saying «I'mma getcha» |