Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Folklore, artist - Mr. Lif. Album song I Heard it Today, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Folklore |
| I bungee jump your interface, Inner Space |
| Martin Short, frame contort |
| Many thoughts trickle down the spine |
| I’m everywhere at one time |
| Omnipresent, hardly pleasant, your investment up for auction at the fertile |
| crescent |
| Isn’t that a bitch?! |
| Told you that I’m nice with Boskonovitch |
| Wanna switch? |
| Flip the switch, watch your body twitch |
| Oh so cold and gruesome with hands like Newsome, choose some |
| Opposition, leave your neck piece loose and oozing blood |
| Hop up out the ground like C.H.U.D |
| Mini beast, eat a couple humans, operation mini feast |
| Many pieces linger, necks and finger, if ya |
| Still breathing I return to injure with the |
| Power of Thor, I summon the raw |
| Come in the door with a big saw, then seep through the floor |
| I permeate surface, the earth is just one level |
| Keep the rhymes outside of the box to raise rebels |
| Yes. |
| Another dose of the uncut raw to you jaw. |
| To the mic… Dumbtron |
| Abrasive levels appraise devil music with a monocle |
| Phenomenal rhinoceros in a box with much smaller animals my hoofs on your |
| mandible |
| With ox cutter audio to shave loose tooth enamel |
| So crack me a grin as fake as you can |
| The brrap greet ya like the grim reaper shakin' your hand fam |
| Indeed it is a rap feature Dumbtron is ear porn |
| Creature from the black murk lurkin when you grand stand |
| And take an elephant shit on you and your mans plans |
| Y’all some parrots and fake as the pair on Pam An |
| Rather unique, one day out of the week, at a crowded boutique |
| Smack a wack rapper out of his teeth music concrete |
| Alarming heat at the heels of a punk politician |
| Trump tall tales with a bump full of bomb fission |
| Throw arms start swingin', alarming from a long distance |
| The song suggests somethin' is infinitely wrong with him |
| Next I’d like to bring to the mic. |
| Representing Jedi Mind Tricks. |
| My man Vinnie Paz. |
| Murder |
| The sentinel smash |
| Without even a dent in your glass |
| I was gas |
| I was the Dali Lama tenuous past |
| I was ash |
| I was the soil that transcended to grass |
| I’m Richie Valens last thought when he went through the crash |
| I was calm |
| I was created in a heavenly storm |
| I was Viet Cong |
| I fought against the enemy bomb |
| I was strong |
| I was the bullet grazing Kennedy’s arm |
| I’m Islam |
| Allahu Akbar, stand to Imam |
| I was pain |
| I was the innocent that set to be slain |
| I was change |
| I didn’t overstand why Malcolm was maimed |
| I was framed |
| I was Mumia when they locked him in chains |
| I helped Assata out of Clinton |
| Then they got in the plane |
| I was breath |
| Was an organism turned into flesh |
| I was death |
| I was the fire burning David Koresh |
| I was fresh |
| I told Rick and Russell how to be Def |
| I was best |
| Before you mothafuckas took what was left |