Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Consumption , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Veins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |