Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Slippin, artist - IllinformedDate of issue: 08.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Slippin |
| Still slippin', still kippin', looking thin as fuck |
| Still desecrating rhythms, sat here skinning up |
| Ill visions, Illinformed sent to wake him up |
| Feel the beat, kill the sheep and it starts with |
| What planet am I living on? |
| Cabin fever |
| Had to resuscitate him for a little song |
| Self admitted to the psycho ward flat 1 |
| Think he’s finding it hard to walk but his raps run |
| Time for action, watch Bronson, now we’re ready |
| Paranoia will destroy ya but sometimes it’s nice just feeling edgy |
| Swoop like Eddie, tell the kids to keep the moolah steady |
| I bought from Kenny but saved him in my phone as Jenny |
| Living life like a rodent, coming out at night to forage for scraps of potent |
| shit to be smoking |
| No shit promoting, smoke a blunt that’s highly dipped and soaked in oil |
| No foil but look like I’m on opium |
| I leap from the opening |
| Bottle the extract, hit it raw then feel to do the scratch like a Vestax |
| Peace (??) Best DJ in the south, best respect that |
| One set deep and best believe that my head’s fat |
| Still slippin', still kippin', looking thin as fuck |
| Still desecrating rhythms, sat here skinning up |
| Ill visions, Illinformed sent to wake him up |
| Feel the beat, kill the sheep and it starts with |
| Still getting the bus feeling semi concussed |
| Slip inside my mind reeling off the heavenly dutch |
| Things will happen that will send you spiralled into the clutch |
| Of the dark forces that will squeeze 'til everything you see’s fucked |
| Slipping off the edge, man he’s off the head |
| Strange look in my eyes, sat here rocking on the ledge |
| Snap out and the picture you see is beautiful |
| And walk the street feeling like the world has found a use for you |
| Just get caught in avalanches, reaching for the branches |
| Heading for the city of Atlantis |
| Lost and found, what are the chances? |
| Rolling in with the dogs brother, but you still get your hand bit |
| Always been slippin', haters been sittin' in the shade steady sippin' |
| Throwing little digs in, now they spit contradictions |
| Never know who was real from the start of the fiction |
| Just do your best to pick 'em |
| Still slippin', still kippin', looking thin as fuck |
| Still desecrating rhythms, sat here skinning up |
| Ill visions, Illinformed sent to wake him up |
| Feel the beat, kill the sheep and it starts with |