Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mainstream 307 , by - Non Prophets. Song from the album Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.10.2003
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Mainstream 307 |
| «Then one day it all dawned on me yo |
| I wasn’t down with the mainstream or should I say their team |
| Easier said than done |
| I wasn’t down with the mainstream or should I say their team |
| Gotta find a way |
| I wasn’t down with the mainstream or should I say their team |
| Easier said than done |
| I wasn’t down with the mainstream or should I say their team |
| Gotta find a way» |
| Waste away |
| Sad to see you go the way that you do |
| Today through with yesterday’s truths |
| You know better for the forward actions |
| As for your past friends, all were lost in a holocaust |
| Of thoughts in a backwards caption |
| Unlucrative talents |
| That used to give balance |
| When you had to live with two abusive parents |
| Waste away |
| Create expenses for yourself |
| I know you’re sensitive for the negative effects ever felt |
| Day to day |
| Jammed in between your weekly pay checks |
| Remember when you were free? |
| I seen you at your apex |
| Don’t tell me you’re in a better place just cause the rent is higher |
| Spent fuel on retirement? |
| You don’t know where the fire went? |
| Waste, the future is charcoal |
| Everything you make is reduced to a bar code |
| Everyone mistakes, payin' dues is a lost road |
| Going place to place faking moves when your car’s towed |
| Going gold with a fool’s heart |
| I’d rather be a fool with a heart of gold |
| Lose my breaks and save my truth till tomorrow |
| Remember when I’d hate if my beautiful scar showed? |
| Then one day it all dawned on me yo |
| The lowest common denominators let the arts suffer |
| The only heart you follow is road kill on your car bumper |
| You’re Archie Bunker caught in slumber |
| I hope you burn to death |
| With the trends that are hot this summer |
| You need to hold the breath you’re talking under |
| Until you’re close to death |
| And no one’s left in the pop culture you cocksucker |
| Freedom to choose between margarine and butter |
| The choice should be between fingernail clippers and lock cutters |
| A little something for the sweet tooth of chocolate lovers |
| Besides candy rappers reproducing 2Pac covers |
| Biggie Small wonders |
| Makin' milk from robotic utters |
| The whole motherfucking pop cultures are smothered |
| Back in the day |
| NWA made cops shudder |
| And 808's replaced rock drummers |
| Turn them into job hunters |
| Foundation crop dusters |
| You were chillin' now you sound faker than Raekwon’s stutter |
| Your whole essence is a stocking stuffer |
| On Christmas Day |
| I’ll open your presents with a box cutter |
| Give away secrets to the keys of life |
| While I strike these chords |
| I’m ignored while I counter-points Bill O’Rielly tries to score |
| Wipe the floor with your psyche some more |
| And fight the war with Michael Moore in a Nike store |
| Battling the general consensus of shit |
| As petty as it is |
| Das EFX rocked that band aid ten years before Nelly did! |
| I don’t wanna be famous like the artists on your play list |
| The more emotion I put into it the harder they diss |
| Actors with scripts thinking they ought to repent |
| I’d rather be rich and have a whole lot of resent |
| It’s the pitiful public I get from rush |
| While I’m busting dope lines I’m misquoted |
| And you might think I wrote it |
| For all you know it’s all for the dough |
| I fought off a forty O |
| And bought the clothes that were affordable |
| A Scorpio with the stinger sticking into singers and tawdry holes |
| Your chorus flows with an awful show of raw audio |
| They call me slow to adapt, I said FUCK THAT! |