Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fever, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Album song Modern Day City Symphony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: David vs Goliath
Song language: English
Fever |
I try to deal on an emotional level |
This is real hard, it feels, the shit is hard, like |
Expressing your feelings, feeling’s is a bitch |
You give me fever, you give me cold sweat |
Walking down the street, people see me as a threat |
See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents |
Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance |
When my adrenaline’s pumping like baseline played by Robbie |
Feel like cops want to mug me, and cats want to rob me |
Ho-he, I don’t know, I’m paranoia personified |
I try to stay on point, but it seems so bonafide |
Yo, I try and wipe the sweat on my forehead again |
Some day I know this shit will end, but I don’t know exactly when |
Until then I just depend upon my friends |
Sometimes I feel like a newborn child, ready for world entrance |
My sense is playing hide and seek for hours |
Doing yoga in the shower, just to gather my body powers |
But still my strength and my faith is fading |
Cause in written times, when days pass without consideration |
Defacing public buildings, for some kind of healing |
Cause I ain’t the greatest one, when it comes to handling feelings |
Couldn’t even tell my girl I wanted her |
Now my fever’s reaching out the top notch on the thermometer |
You give me fever, you give me cold sweat |
Walking down the street, people see me as a threat |
See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents |
Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance |
Whenever lustful for the flesh, I embrace success |
Massage the back of my carrier, to relieve my stress |
I grab the mic, and release, I’m asking this beyond belief |
On my belief, I excommunicate myself from life’s beef |
And pork is hogging up my arteries, it bothers me now |
I’m miss the depth of all this pondering, I’m wondering how |
Do I survive, am I alive, or is this all a dream scape |
I hope it is, I need to escape, this common landscape |
I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination |
Simplify sophistication, it needs two complications |
It takes deeps concentration, in this situation |
Free consultation, within this lying compilation |
Daily meditation, prescribed medication |
Recommended by doctors and hospitals, throughout the nation |
Courtesy the arsonist and LoopTroop, all of the achievers |
And relievers of the fever, changing victims to believers |
You give me fever, you give me cold sweat |
Walking down the street, people see me as a threat |
See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents |
Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance |
S, S, S, P my landlord disses me |
Cold radiators and no hot water pisses me off |
Not to mention the stench of garbage |
In the stairway, leaking into my apartment |
Scratch that rule, 271, second floor |
Somebody caught the death threat in my door |
Now you know where I stay at, knock, knock, who that |
«Open up, it’s the police», get off my doormat |
«Fuck cops», they follow my lead like buckshots |
Want my ass to pose for polaroid mugshots |
And I ain’t did jack shit |
At least nothing they can prove, plus I pay my taxes |
Mad stress, bad breath, no student loans |
This semester, see you sensei, kid, you’re on your own |
Not one krone, but yo, I got a microphone |
Maybe I can make this hot and get a beat on the telephone |
I feel alone, a feverish heat |
«Hey, it’s way past midnight», I know, I need a beat |
I can’t sleep, this rhyming shit haunts me |
Should I sign this contract or not, nobody points me |
In the right direction, yo, what’s right, what’s gonna be left |
For me in a deal, is it fair or pure theft |
I feel like I’m gonna burst |
What the fuck, I can’t even express myself without a curse |
Why do I even use this foreign language |
I don’t speak English with the ones I hang with |
«Men att flowa på svenska är jävligt svårt |
För det är alldeles för enkelt, och inte många förstår» |
And I want to reach heads all over |
EmBee, I’m coming down to Gothenburg in October |
Stay til November, drop a LP around December |
A classic, for hip hoppers to remember |
You give me fever |