Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flashback, artist - Project Deadman. Album song Self Inflicted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.07.2004
Record label: B4, MSC, Strange
Song language: English
Flashback |
| The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode |
| GPS and the radiation from your cellphone |
| Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone |
| Mass production equals depletion of the ozone |
| We read your fake ass like a book |
| PDM tell me what does it mean |
| Terrifying shit that’ll make a mother f**ker scream |
| A raising of the wicked and self inflicted |
| Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted |
| All your troubles and all you do |
| Wicked is how I’m depicted arrested but never convicted |
| Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted |
| ACCESS DENIED |
| Get a body bag don’t cross us or die slow |
| I’ll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag |
| You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted |
| Dead |
| Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red |
| The walking dead coinsides with the devil |
| You see my face penetrating through your mind |
| My body walks the earth in vein until the end of time |
| Torture’s like the rain through the tunnel |
| The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles |
| It’s kind of subtle how death embalms you |
| And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you |
| Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show |
| Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains |
| Now I’m one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names |
| Bitches ain’t shit the scripts been flipped tonight |
| No rest for the angels no rest for the demons |
| No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin |
| No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead |
| No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head |
| We’re Project Deadman and we’re bringin that sound |
| We’re from the murder glove bitch we got issues |
| We got the wicked shit we’ll never let it down |
| Project Deadman more underground the hell |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
| Rest in Peace mother f**ker confession will make your soul crush |
| Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead |
| All my f**kin life I been insane |
| And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain |
| And everything is saved oh it brings pain |
| All the wicked brains salvation some taint |
| It’s time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady |
| I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me |
| Get up got the nerve man it’s time to go |
| Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe |
| How much shit can a mother f**ker take? |
| F**k a damn hater I’m lookin for anotherbreak |
| Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here |
| Don’t worry man I’m out I got no fear |