Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Fall, artist - Josh Martinez. Album song Buck Up Princess, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2005
Record label: Camobear
Song language: English
Hard Fall |
I know, here’s an idea, maybe we can put together a little tour |
for the core forces of Low Pressure’s finest. |
Combined with Goodnight Musics the crew would set out from Halifax, |
earning props and greenbacks and wearing party hats. |
Gather 4 crazy rappers in a van plus moves, |
and do twenty dates in the states mostly for free booze, |
got stiffed at every phase, got sniffed at every border, |
lost battle after battle with karma and fate |
made to order struck with bad luck and nothing went right |
except for the rapping part we ripped it night after night, |
Filling up clubs filling up on road food, road beer, |
road rash ass smelling like sulphur fast food draft beer |
1 hotel room 5 dudes piled in here |
and moves and T be chain smoking, |
cracked out broken, can’t wait to hit the road and, |
then come home when it ends, and become legends to our friends. |
bumping devin the dude across Canadian plains, |
Me Noah T, Kaleb, B, and Paul hauling ass to Maine, |
Let’s just say the border guards in Calais don’t like black folks, |
they made up warrants and lied this shit’d gone past jokes |
no laughing matter had to say goodbye to Caleb, |
give the finger to the bailiff cm’on let’s be gone |
So we grab T and be back on the highway, |
they can’t stop the prophets they can’t stop our posse. |
i’ve had a hard fall, i kinda fell hard. |
I think i learned a little. |
But who knows you know? |
I mean i’m leaning towards leaving this lifestyle of the road, but when it goes |
right it goes so right |
Wrong motto, tour sponsor must have been Murphy’s law. |
The farther we looked ahead the worst we saw. |
Driving at night through Indiana by headlight, |
What’s that in the road asked Noah, then shit just exploded. |
I noticed the huge deer on the median immediately, |
It tried to run away but couldn’t quite flee my vehicle |
Bang Flying deer, Dang, is everybody ok? |
What in the hell was that comes the question from the back |
crank shaft gear shift down just killed a deer near town |
and so we get towed, get back in the van that mowed down the doe |
that chose that night to freeze and frozen in the road |
and we hit it dead on, then and there the creature’s life gone |
I pulled onto the shoulder, radiator smoking holding |
head in hand and can’t stop shaking, |
I was fucking driving when it happened, hadn’t taken |
two steps out the dented van and then it hit me. |
I declined insurance when I got the rented auto, that means this dented |
rent-a-wreck just became a big problem |
Out of pocket, out of purse thinking worse case scenario, |
We’re fucking stuck in angola, indiana. |
This can’t happen man we had to get going, see the show must go on and we had |
to go on showing off. |
So it’s off to the dodge spot to get a hot not purple green van it looked like |
just the minivan to make the scene in. |
But we can’t take it out of state so they replaced it with a car, |
now there’s 5 dudes crammed into a buick. |
Far from home, 18 dates left, |
and then I get a call on my phone, hey josh, all them Cali dates is gone. |
No Project Blowed, no Fillmore, No California here I come. |
My jaw dropped I’m |
awestruck dumb. |
Wonder what’ll take to flip fate to make this right, |
But there was nothing we could do so we just drank all night. |
i’ve had a hard fall, i kinda fell hard. |
I think i learned a little. |
But who knows you know? |
I mean i’m leaning towards leaving this lifestyle on the road, but when it goes |
right it goes so right |
I’mma be alright. |
I’mma be on my feet again |
and meanwhile I’ll freestyle but there’s really nothing sweeter than |
meeting your darkside and seeing sparks fly, by the end we oozed booze |
and everyone had gone crazy |
just to deal with the range of the strange, things kept on going, |
noone ever thinking long range. |
I know sometime’s it sucked and nobody got fucked, |
at least not with ladies, but at least no road babies. |
Never punched out any lights, although sometimes I thought we shoulda, |
stuck some punk rocker in a locker we didn’t but we coulda |
so many suckers sucking suffering suckatash fucking suckers you stuck up |
suckdick fucksticks. |
buck65/sixtoo/scratch bastard greymatter drunc caleb gordo and everybody else |
that matters |
this damn crew who’ve been doing it forever, you couldn’t handle this tour, |
not now not ever. |
Greenbacks and Party Hats 1993/ Bolts, Moves, Tachichi, kunga 219 and me. |