Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karma (The Snake Charmer), artist - Pep Love. Album song Ascension, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Karma (The Snake Charmer) |
What? |
It’s the money they want |
To try to get up in the mixture |
Things they do is unbelievable |
The web is weaved of bullshit |
Lies behind in disguise |
Designed to deceive you |
Forked tongues speak of fortune |
Out of their grasp |
For them to reach they would |
Have to come out of the grass |
Snakes and fakes tough breaks |
And bodies found in lakes |
Are one and the same and what makes |
The world go round is game |
Corruption in one hand |
Cleanin the other without |
Touchin a bit of filth |
Fuck that, shysty niggas |
Get bucked at, the price |
Be the rigors of life |
And I love that |
But some of you want to |
Take the route that’s easy |
Break in ya best friend’s house |
To try to get him for his G’s |
Cause you know where |
He leaves the keys |
To the safe and it ain’t safe |
When you fuckin with these |
(Partially comprehensible Major Terror verse) |
(Pep Love) |
Hey yo we stay honest |
Won’t make a fake promise |
Pay homage to truth |
And never stray from it |
We make armor |
Never mistake honor |
Dance to the tune |
Of the snake charmer |
If you snooze, you lose |
The serpent is lurkin |
Watch his every move |
Then swiftly usurp him |
Snatch him out of his skin |
Don’t let him surprise ya |
Smile in your face then |
Try to sabotage ya project |
Shifty, shady |
It ain’t fuckin with me |
I see him out the corner of my eyes |
Trying to get me but I’m wise |
To the ways of the wicked |
And it get to be a damn shame |
When I pull the ticket of an infidel |
Gafflers get their hands chopped |
At the wrist, life at risk |
And their plans got rearranged |
Messing with my money is dangerous |
Shots shatter ya blood clots |
Scattering like mice |
Whenever ya ways is shyste |
I raise the price to puzzle em |
And put em on ice |
Can’t even look me in my eyes |
And acknowledge respect |
Now his every gesture and posture |
I’mma dissect |
Until he break in a cold sweat |
Cause he been doing this |
Since the days of Judas |
And ain’t switched his ways yet |
A snitch, co-conspirator |
A broken spirit, a bitch |
No consideration gets displayed |
For this occasion, pistols blaze |
When we catch him red-handed |
This instantaneous |
Reaction get passionate |
The head of the snake I take |
And throw it in the basket |
Fake motherfuckers |
Duck us and cut corners |
Talk about ya behind your back |
And make promises |
They just can’t keep |
So you just can’t sleep |
Look alive and alert |
Cause they will connive |
To put a hurtin on ya |
Convertin ya input to output |
Even when you try to live |
With a positive outlook about |
People the evil will still find ya |
Creep up behind ya |
Stab you in your back to remind ya |
That it exists, and pull a twist |
Fadangled and strangled |
Ya wish it wasn’t like this |
But frontin is just the thing |
People like to do |
When they have not a clue |
If the lies are true |
We rise to the occasion |
And blaze em |
My faith is never tested |
I know that I’m blessed, praisin |
My essence of being |
I’ve been through the ranks |
Of snakes and hideous things |
For goodness sakes |
(Chorus 2x, fading) |