Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Believers, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Believers |
My brain is still rattled from the shock |
When they leave it in the box |
It’s enough to call it medically opt |
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock |
Let 'em all just hop the block (Ok) |
Better save your neighbor (Neighbor?) |
Let you kiddies all know |
This Snake and Bat is code for Stranger danger |
Man, stealing some paper |
But they never call the cops |
Ex-presidential with a plot |
Strange bird never had my own flock |
Miami where the bass here’s drop |
And the red lights blink |
But you just don’t stop |
Gotta get that guap |
Gotta raise them crops |
She pop that top |
And the cat is lazy! |
Well this Rat Pack is quite flavored |
Sammy Davis in a manger |
Drinking a Guinness, killing the faith in her |
Singing and slinging into her labia |
Kick drums hum enslaving you |
(Split crumbs up we’re baking you) |
See, this one’s cut your steak in a |
(Sick mix up of unstabler times, feeling the vibe |
Gripping this steering wheel of this car that I drive) |
They wanna see our demise |
They’ve got the greenest of eyes |
(Ignoring warnin' of foes |
Like car alarms in the night) |
Well, alright! |
Even though they listen |
They don’t ever really hear us |
Their condition is conditioned |
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors |
Watch 'em turning up their radios |
And act like they don’t need us |
But eventually the fact is that |
They all end up believers |
Because even though they listen |
They don’t ever really hear us |
Their condition is conditioned |
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors |
Watch 'em turning up their radios |
And act like they don’t need us |
But eventually the fact is that |
They all end up believers |
Can you dig? |
In a world full of pigs |
Who’s coming to pick up all of the kids |
Wanna tell 'em don’t live like this |
Get an ax in the back |
Of the ones with the 'taps |
Who been stalking where you live |
They gonna turn on a map |
Then watch you stack |
Everything that they want you to give |
Maaan, they’ve been tuned in |
But ain’t got enough loot |
They all scared of the movement |
Greasy elbows, only way to break through |
Even though we’re the truth |
America eats its youth |
But don’t fret, me and Wrek won’t dip |
Motherfucker got an ax to pick, how 'bout you? |
About two crews came through to |
Break through, lose the tunics |
Veteran of cuckoo when you screw |
Like two nudie eunuchs |
Past life in a battle guard |
Mad mics I done shattered y’all |
Your dad’s wife took her saddle off |
To catapult my cattle prod! |
It’s true, dude, we bruise through |
Them broke molds to fragments |
We Tom Cruise that bitch |
While they all turn to ashes |
Ain’t fucking with no samples |
'Cause I can’t clear these classics |
No need we got that heat besides |
We don’t need these bastards |
Even though they listen |
They don’t ever really hear us |
Their condition is conditioned |
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors |
Watch 'em turning up their radios |
And act like they don’t need us |
But eventually the fact is that |
They all end up believers |
Because even though they listen |
They don’t ever really hear us |
Their condition is conditioned |
Yeah, they love the smoke and mirrors |
Watch 'em turning up their radios |
And act like they don’t need us |
But eventually the fact is that |
They all end up believers |