Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brutus, artist - Mr. J. Medeiros. Album song Friends Enemies Apples Apples, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2009
Record label: De Medeiros
Song language: English
Brutus |
I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue |
I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun |
But where I’m from ain’t where I’m at |
Now the time has come to give the power |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
The horror inside of me similar to Gomorrah societies |
Stored in a diary stimulant for war and anxiety |
Watching the door, stalking, for the call of the wild beast |
Caught in the hall talking |
Through the walls of a liars teeth |
Call it the fire beneath the final moment |
When I only got desires to reach the lion roman |
Through this villainous species |
Their killing our peace |
Please thirty pieces of silver and I’m spilling my feces? |
Sell me I’m not Judas belly is not to bust |
Help me I’m not stupid now tell me who not to trust |
If Nostradamus was the smartest of the squad |
He spoke for |
Him not to harness the honest comments |
Of God he hoped for |
Is boarder line ridicules like mortar mines |
That split the bus |
On tour to find there’s more to life then this we lust |
Like we Icarus lifting us to that flame |
With a first class ticket to the sun on a wax plane |
I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue |
I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun |
But where I’m from ain’t where I’m at |
Now the time has come to give the power |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
We Knots Landing we on a soap opera not understanding |
How to know not to pop guns |
And drop the ones caught standing |
Out in dark dancing with a spark |
From a man in a park who bought a cannon |
And he’s landing at your door way |
What would Michael Moore say? |
I’m fighting between right and wrong |
Now what would yall say? |
When our settlements arraigned and our sentence is war |
And got our veterans exchanging their appendages for |
A spot on the inner state I got to stop this inner hate |
The winters break |
The splinter in the side of a sinners ache |
I’m a beginner in faith |
But I’m a winner in the face of adversity |
Versing me ain’t worth the space, time, or energy |
Hate, lies or envy we save lives whenever we |
Make ties with enemies |
The end will be the centerpiece |
That stands between what men believe |
Or lends a hand of peace or sends a man to lands beneath |
I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue |
I’m all caught up in the web Ive spun |
But where I’m from ain’t where Im at |
Now the time has come to give the power |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Back to the people |
Our battle is never with flesh and blood |
And it takes more then words to make things right |
If in the end all we have left is love |
Then we better work to save this life |
Cus it’s all gone |
When you forget where you came from |
And neglect your name for a famed one |
I say it’s all gone |
When you’ve slept till the days done |
And let your mane grow to a tamed one |
Yes it’s all gone |
When you accept when your flame |
Is done burning and you done learning from pain |
The fun is all gone |
Attaining our earnings with all thumbs |
All gone like the end of this song |