Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kristoff Krane, artist - Kristoff Krane.
Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Song language: English
Kristoff Krane |
Walk around the town with a pissed off brain. |
Naw, not really, I ain’t mean I’m nice. |
I feed my machine kale beans and rice. |
Used to find release in Jesus Christ, |
Then I broke free, don’t believe the hype. |
The type to take a poop on the devil, |
Please, do forgive me for stooping to your level! |
If you dig, then scoop here’s a shovel, |
Either hit china or a dirty mud puddle. |
Yeah, and there’s only one light, |
Stuck at the end of the tunnel, I really don’t like. |
Trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back together |
Just to watch them all fall back all apart on my whole life! |
Help, help, there’s a knife in my back |
Looking forward to the time I died to myself in the past. |
To hell with the trash! |
You only get to Heaven if you recycle the message! |
So I, so I? |
I fell then I laughed, |
Trapped in a well full of gas and antidepressants |
My family genetics was left with a shred of evidence |
That deadened the senses and affected the perception |
It’s only a matter of time before we clearly remember it |
Slowly climbing a ladder to the sky of where forever lives. |
Carborator stained cuz the driver let it idle |
Passenger up in the back thinking about survival, |
Someone take the reins before they take us to a Ohio |
And pretend we’re in Atlantis, and brand us with a smile. |
The cameras are flashin now, I wanna pack my shit up |
Move back to Kansas, now tap three times. |
And hey, they say hip hop’s changed |
Why? |
cause you’re listening the Kristoff Krane! |
Someone once asked me if I sniffed cocaine |
I took a deep breath and said ick, no way! |
It’s no worse than getting gold chains |
Drivin to the club, trying to get more dames, |
I rather get knocked out, backwards, |
World flipped upside down yelling it’s OK |
To the actors and actresses who do just that, act, |
You lack the passion it’s about time to set it straight, |
Cause you’ve been holding it wrong the whole time |
Now it’s all bent waiting for the right time to die |
And I, I don’t need to name no names |
You know who you are and I hope you feel ashamed |
I can tell that you don’t feel happy when you smile |
Cause the music that you makes like stealing candy from a child |
See, I rather hear somebody talk about guns |
If that’s the life that they came from and |
Something that they’ve actually done |
While you sit and criticize, and talk about love in a |
Manipulative manner like «Lifes about having fun.» |
I refuse to take pride in where I’m from |
Cuz even if you’re talking about Earth, |
You’re still forgetting about what’s above, beyond, |
Like a pawn whose been shoved right infront |
Of a king in the ring with no gloves on |
You got no guts, so how’s your brain 'gon stomach it? |
You’re so afraid to innovate, you recreate what others did |
Now I know why you won’t give me props |
Cause you think that I’m a threat to your pretty, pretty plot. |
But it’s all good were in the same pot, |
And as the heat rises we’ll see who makes it to the top. |
Hello nobody name’s Kristoff Krane |
Walk around town with a pissed off brain |
Not really I aint I mean I’m nice. |
Feed your machine kale beans and rice! |
If you try once and fail then try it twice |
Eat a piece of ginger, ninja tonight |
Walk across city scape, run into the woods, |
Everything you though you did, but you never could. |
Ay, hip hop’s changed! |
Play the guitar, Kristoff Krane! |
Even if you can only play C, to F, to G, okay. |
Hey, say this will work for now |
Go pick flowers, by a dead cow |