Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Escape, artist - Lewis Parker. Album song It's All Happening Now, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
No Escape |
Klashnekoff |
Lewis Parker |
Skirblah DanGogh |
TerraFirma |
(Yeah, yeah, what) |
As we travel through, trial and tribulation avenue |
Destination xanadu |
I’m permanently scarred |
Marked by the sages of the past |
I take two glass |
Then pass the spliff to my spars |
Circulate the love |
Through rituals of bunning bud |
It’s deep |
Me and my steeze we relate beyond blood |
Spread bare love |
Embracing fear with a bear hug (Tsk, tsk, tsk) |
Tearing up the club with my daggo dove (Tsk, tsk, tsk) |
Anyting test—dead |
Lace lyrics with lead to leave some 'oles in your head |
Like string vest |
I do my ting then I ess |
Like stealth fighter jets |
Or feds you can’t detect |
You get decked when you least expect |
What you expect? |
Feds got me under threat |
Feeling like Malcolm X |
Still I never forget |
The nature of the threat |
Lies two steps ahead |
In the east end dead end where man dead |
For less than the price of a loaf of bread (Trust) |
It’s all over, dread |
Feds flying overhead |
Man try flee but get seen by the infrared |
Brays must be sick in the head |
Got fake dreads saying |
«Fuck Klashnekoff |
That little fassyhole for dead» |
Blud, I dare you |
Double-dare you |
Tear you in fucking half! |
Shatter your rassclart world like glass |
Bearface! |
Like face with no mask |
Like beanies with no arse |
Your chance is looking slim |
Need to hit the gym |
Or get hit in your chin wid riddim |
It’s simple tings |
Yeah, it’s straight up, mate |
We strictly elevate |
Terra Firma, Cloudsteppers |
Drop this shit heavyweight |
Watch the sound penetrate |
Sit back and contemplate |
Spies move like snake |
Make no mistake |
There’s no escape |
(Scratched: |
«Open up your eyes and relate» |
«There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes» |
«Brothers feel the love, and the pain, and the hate» |
«There's no escape») |
The truth fragments |
In the actions of deception |
The imperfections |
Are the structure we invest in |
Using unscrupulous discretion |
At all times |
Moving through the system |
Like a body to reach the spine |
Directly online |
Shutdown the communication |
Patience is a virtue |
So I’m undercover waiting |
The preparation |
For the soon coming invasion |
Under surveillance |
From the unseen sources |
Gather the forces |
Relocate the quarters |
Diplomacy can be awkward |
Still, every man should have their say |
A new day |
Sunshine rejuvenates, gives hopes and dreams |
Stuck in a smokescreen with the poison theme |
A chance to redeem |
From the mutated gene |
The unseen, unclean, mind of peril |
Static on the treble |
The rebel |
Who dares wins |
Coming bearskins |
The wastelands are desolate |
Move with mad DeLorean ettituqette |
The situation’s delicate |
Outcome uncertain |
Who’s the marked person? |
Lost times and last curtains |
Yeah, it’s straight up, mate |
We strictly elevate |
Terra Firma, Cloudsteppers |
Drop this shit heavyweight |
Watch the sound penetrate |
Sit back and contemplate |
Spies move like snake |
Make no mistake |
There’s no escape |
(Scratched: |
«Open up your eyes and relate» |
«There's no escape») |
We strictly elevate |
Watch the sound penetrate |
Sit back and contemplate |
Spies move like snake |
Make no mistake |
(«There's no escape») |
(Yeah, yeah) |
I wake up every morning |
With the weight of the world on my shoulders |
Taking bait from the soldiers |
Shotting death to the stressed vultures |
Left emotionless |
I don’t know how to cope with this |
Except let the flow slowly roll |
Through my broken wrist |
It’s deep like |
Counting sheep at night |
To sleep right |
Sweet white crack sagas out of reach from the street light |
Ask myself what’s happening wrong |
We’re slapping and gun clapping |
And is only over the wong |
So, let’s approach this |
Over a dragon stout and smoke a roach spliff |
And bust jokes like the old days |
We bust our arses to hold papes |
Brush man like Colgate to show fakes |
We’re bros who know how to close case |
Like Judy |
Pull 'em up |
Try screw me? |
My life’s the last castle of Bowser |
I pass when I |
Simple existence |
Stress the crows about the lone figures in the distance |
And the summer comes with persistence |
[? |
is plentiful |
Country life so sensible |
Getting away from the inner city’s tentacle |
Strangling my fucking ventricle |
(Scratched: |
«Open up your eyes and relate» |
«There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes» |
«Brothers feel the love, and the pain, and the hate» |
«There's no escape» |
«Open up your eyes and relate» |
«There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes» |
«Brothers feel the love, and the pain, and the hate» |
«There's no escape |
«Open up your eyes and relate» |
«There's no escape, the city grips like Geoff Capes» |
«Brothers feel the love, and the pain, and the hate» |
«There's no escape) |