Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corleone, artist - Madchild. Album song The Darkest Hour, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Corleone |
| A six-man, I’ve been known to win |
| Since I was a little kid and Fat Joe was thin |
| Back then he wasn’t telling me shit, I wouldn’t listen |
| Even when advice was good, I was sticking to my vision |
| If it’s all times in one, I can think of the past hurt |
| And still got my «no head, no backstage pass» shirt |
| I never change my name or my Myspace password |
| No fathered on my style, so have a ghetto bastard |
| Why you taking so long in seeing people want the answer? |
| First I had a baby then my lady got the cancer |
| Life throw a kitchen sink at you in a major way |
| Guess my cap is my cape, I’m here to save the day |
| Hard to rumble if you ain’t no beast |
| And now I’m training hard and thinking ‘bout war, not peace |
| There’s a time for that and that is not currently my status |
| Waiting for the sun, twiddle my thumbs, I’m up and at ‘em |
| The night is young. |
| I always know when it’s over |
| When people get drunk and start speaking very sober, real as shit! |
| I guess it’s time to make the most of it |
| It’s not how long you live but what you have to show for it |
| Not how I’m sinking in my frequencies |
| I’m made for the sky, I’m flying frequently |
| So easily I approach |
| The person sitting next to me flying coach |
| Blacked the fuck out, wake up at customs |
| Forgot to flush my weed, I’m all flustered |
| Passed inspection, collect my belongings |
| Life in the rain, no umbrella, no arming’s |
| First up, nothing feel as good as earning it, uh! |
| I set it off to leave impressions that are permanent, point two |
| The pricing always right, but always the cost |
| And the boss ain’t always right, but he’s always the boss |
| Yeah, I got bars for life and you’re a fresh fish |
| I’m Charles Bronson, this is motherfucking Death Wish |
| Friends are worried ‘bout me saying I need a head shrink |
| Chilling with a bitch in Bel Air like Fresh Prince |
| Serial killer that packs a punch |
| ‘Cause I just ate a full box of Captain Crunch |
| Yeah, and you can’t cry over spilled milk |
| Did so much bad shit, I am guilt filled |
| They think it’s funny when you’re struggling with life |
| Like I’m walking with a blindfold and juggling with knives |
| Darth Vader in a room full of white Stormtroopers |
| Black tints cover up my bright orange pupils |
| Full of uncut dope like a Cessna |
| All my words worth a fortune like Retna’s |
| And I just went through turbulent times |
| Every verse occurred, I blurt it from a murderous mind |
| I’m moving like a man possessed, I am in a hurry |
| I’m Christine '58 red Plymouth Fury |
| I’m pristine just in case y’all worry |
| But there’s two sides to me like a baseball fury |
| You’re sitting catatonic |
| Flex like I’m on anabolics |
| Turn your brain matter to paint splatter like Jackson Pollock |
| Quit stalling, I’m King Kong the stone walling |
| Just give me the link, I’ll stop snowballing |