Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Consumption, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Veins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Consumption |
Yo, I’m hungry, hungry? |
Chef boysandardee |
If you put socrates in Sauconys |
Added the father, son, and spirit |
And had him living off his rap despite the fact that no one even hear it |
You may have fashioned |
Wait |
Add a little juju |
From Juju, Psycho les, and Fashion |
Bake until you’re flabbergasted |
One spoon of Sun Tzu, kung fu, and grapplin' |
Jackie Chan, Charlie Chaplin, Tracy Chapman |
Cool on a pedestal till fire’s finished cracklin' |
Then put on some goggles, peep the chemical reaction |
Season with the sasón of an assassin |
Add tumeric, and oregano |
Slice it with a saber, serve a slice to captain save-a-hoe |
When his convulsions is done, he’ll start talking in tongues but don’t let him |
take any Tums |
Or Rolaids |
After he writhes the whole day |
He’ll live a life that’s full where he won’t die of old age |
The transformation from the homemade |
Whole grain |
Will heal your whole brain |
So have a whole plate, free your membrane from the mundane |
This chow more savory than a steak |
It even come in powder, you can take it in a shake |
Or bake it in a cake |
Don’t think of taking it in vein |
Or taking it in vain |
Afterwards you’ll never be the same |
You’ll never be restrained |
You’ll never save |
Any given morning you might wake up on the 7 train |
Bypass the apprenticeships and master 7 trades |
And swear off medicine to meditate |
And stare at people menacing should they have sentiments for setting straight |
But spill it and your shirt’s forever stained |
Your shirt’s forever changed |
Your shirt will turn a different shade and fit a different way |
You’ll look at that shirt differently |
You’ll start to wear it every day |
Maybe even in the shower |
That’s the power of devouring |
The flour and the sugar that is sweeter than the virginal deflowering |
Filling like top billing |
Hearty like a house party |
You may have to cop the party pack |
Like on Halloween you copped the smarties packs |
Smarty pants |
Give it to the kids, they’ll grow big and strong |
Tell em they could have it for dessert if they finish they chicken parm |
That’s why your oven timer sound like ticking bomb |
And the roaches in your kitchen gone |
And your vision’s strong |
And your hearing’s clear |
And your sense of smell can smell every cell |
That’s the element of Melle Mel |
That make your belly yell |
That’s that Manu Chao |
That make your heart sing when your stomach growl |
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down |
Marinate it over night it gets you right |
Bet your life |