Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Hunger (The Last Supper), artist - MF Grimm. Album song American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |
Fuck commercial radio. |
They can’t break me |
Shots fired, God had to kill me to awake me |
I learn patience as I wait for him to take me |
I learn patience as I wait for him to take me |
As I learn about life, I get stronger |
Thanks for getting American Hunger |