Lyrics American Hunger (The Last Supper) - MF Grimm
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American Hunger (The Last Supper) , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп Release date: 24.07.2006 Age restrictions: 18+ Record label: Day By Day Entertainment Song language: English
American Hunger (The Last Supper)
Born in America, land of the free
For the right price, that’s how it will be
I know my existence is really political
Slipped through the cracks from the era selling crack
Murders, put in jail, still didn’t crack
Shot up, paralyzed, bullet in my back
Brain power, made dough, it didn’t hold me back
Pain’s joy, hit song, didn’t hold back
It rained blood, can’t front, didn’t hold back
Last meal, dinner served, didn’t hold back
About to leave music, film is where it’s at
Plus radio’s suckers never play me
FCC listens and wanna slay me
If you want Hot 97, don’t say me
No payola, so they hate me
The DJs are scared and they’re motherfucking shaky
The white people who own it, they act real snaky
I dwell in the underground, the fan base who make me