Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Non Compos Mentis, artist - Haiku D'Etat. Album song Haiku D'Etat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2011
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Non Compos Mentis |
Non compos mentis and moon struck |
Come, pompous apprentice and succumb |
To this relentlessness, the sun |
Rises and sets yet you see none |
Of it’s effects until it’s done |
Then you’d reflect on how you’d run |
I’d take a step, your momentum |
I had still kept, fool |
They eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food |
Repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood |
Other crews can’t copy, they ain’t got the magnitude |
I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude |
This is not simply just to downplay wishes |
Made by emcees who found they status |
Do what you do to live life lavish |
Have this cabbage, heavy baggage |
Well I would like to start by saying |
Life has to be sparked each day |
And night, got to be smart don’t play |
Your time, you won’t be back |
When I speak I slice the words up like a slasher |
Private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker |
Sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer |
Sky swimmer |
I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer |
And I like talking about dilemma |
And come up with a solution for the pollution |
My contribution being the superior being at emceeing |
And seeing the light love being in the light |
But they snatch it like a thief in the night |
(right, right, you know what I mean) |
I call them the cookie monsters |
On the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy |
Combined with M&Ms, money, main |
These B-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor |
Send him in, rendering him limb and limb |
Salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in |
Torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering |
My tender and remembering the splendor when |
I put my first splinter in nail |
Cuticle, black male |
And you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle |
Checks not cash knots |
She also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat |
The rest will go up to other hows tickling the G-spot |
On G.P. |
you could D.P. |
the sales manager and the VP |
You could smuggle me a key |
I best belive that’s how it be |
Just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies |
Out the hotel |
Ain’t we having a car come pick us up? |
The life of a star come hook us up |
Studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats |
Pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef |
Courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies |
So when they hear you style they be proud of you guys |
Search from land to land |
Go from a thousand to a hundred to ten |
And couldn’t find an honest man |
It ain’t always what it’s promised to be |
They don’t stop until the thirty third and a third degree |
Shhh… can you keep a secret? |
of course |
Or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse |
Out the airport |
And we having a plane fly us out |
We the truest, they interview us for what we write about |
Whether we’re right or wrong |
Once again it’s on 'til the night is gone |
Get in a zone from the dome and a tight song |
Well life just ain’t sugary and buttery, is it? |
Now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is? |
I’m thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump |
And be it that I’m a poet trying to get over the hump |
I could play it like a trump |
Make you sicker than the mumps |
The days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps |
And sometimes it don’t come at all |
You run you fall come one for all for one |
Depending on exactly where you from |
Cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized |
And be able to be mobilized and look over the skies |
I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe |
And freedom of man original with the tan |
Can I expand? |
can I feel the crowd? |
If you don’t want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now |
Yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow |
And the eagle and the hawk |
They say why you talk that crazy talk |
I tell 'em «we see what your eyes can’t see» |
On me, «we hear what ears can’t hear» |
Poetry we can be what nobody can be |
Solely the only lonely truly |
Non compos mentis and moon struck |
Come pompas apprentice and circum |
To this relentless the sun |
Rises and sets yet you see none |
Of it’s effects until it’s done |
Then you’d reflect on how you’d run |
I’d take a step, your momentum |
I had still kept, fool |