Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Society, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Royal Highness, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
High Society |
Now, don’t get me wrong the 10 Commandments is cool, |
See once upon a time I too believed in the Golden Rule |
Unemployment figures at an all time high |
(?) nation dwindled, so the (saut?) swindle |
Got tossed the fuck out the window |
You know what I’m saying? |
Kottonmouth kings still blowin smoke rings |
Keep your head up It’s a high society |
It’s time for some realization, |
Not fueled by media manipulations |
But the manifestation of the last generation, legalization |
Fuck your pensions if you’re paid, pay attention |
Teachers of this land, yo your all on detention |
You failed to mention about this everyday struggle, |
Placed me in a bubble but it popped on the double, |
Now your in trouble cuz I’m older now I’m bolder now, |
Bitch, I’m a soldier now |
Been raised to blaze in the simple place, |
Like a greyhound’s race to brace this of disgrace |
I’ve seen people starved till there no life left, |
I’ve seen heads kicked in for the words that they said |
Police crackin skulls with no questions asked, |
A suicidal shot from a shotgun blast |
It didn’t have nothing to do with (?) |
It didn’t have shit to do with the ones that they dropped |
It didn’t have nothing to do with the land that got stole |
believe me motherfucker, I see right through your mind control |
I won’t drown, drown, drown in your society |
High times, it’s a high society |
Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me Why wont they just let me be? |
It’s a high society |
First of all lets get this straight, this systems full of shit, |
They say 'In God we trust', your a fuckin hypocrite |
Crooked politicians lying out their ass |
Money hungry whores behind the doors smokin grass |
No trust in the nation, trust in the nation |
Spending all the money on the fucking immigration |
Walls caving in it’s getting hard to breathe |
51−50's what this system’s done to me! |
Money don’t mean shit to me, it grows on evil trees |
It breaks up families, it’s more like a disease |
Cuz it’s tension, did I mention it’s the governments invention, |
Dollar dollar bill ya’ll |
Currency a money dollar for 20 bucks, |
You can make somebody’s daughter suck a (hooker-holla?) |
Turn a boy into a baller, watch his chips stack taller, |
Dollar dollar bill ya’ll |
You’ll see all or nothin in this game of survival |
Gots hustlers holdin on to the scams, |
They can (watch?) their bible |
But I’m viable for me to stay tribal, |
And keep making these flows undeniable |
But I’m viable for me to stay tribal, |
And keep making these flows undeniable |
I won’t drown, drown, drown in your society |
High times, it’s a high society |
Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me Why wont they just let me be? |
It’s a high society |
Now a nation that’s stolen, can never be golden |
Compassion’s not true in, in this (shallow amount?) of ruin |
Modern industry, the industrial complex |
A system of no balance, and not enough checks |
Disease bred, transmitted through sex |
Revelation (to for wishin'?) |
Can you pay the tuition? |
Can you make the grade? |
Is life really all about getting paid? |
Money can’t buy nothing buried in a grave |
Slave driven, unforgiven |
The more you make, the better your livin' |
So it’s all role-playin, playing roles, grave diggers diggin’holes |
Genetics strange, passed down through years of pain |
So the cure you seek for the mentally weak is just the norm |
As we weather the storm, so it’s conform or suffer |