Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Protein, artist - RATKING. Album song So It Goes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HXC, XL
Song language: English
Protein |
| Ain’t been to church since back in the day |
| Used to go to church back in the day |
| Smacked and i’d pray, now I just laugh in dismay |
| The earth is fucked, the city is gone |
| Is it worth for Wiki the Don? |
| Sickly upon, grittier songs |
| Its the P-R-O-T-E-I-N, important portent of the past when I pen |
| Native nectar with the rats in the pen |
| Tokyo triggers, sans, gats and Benz, what |
| Teenage roughs ain’t got nut |
| Nuthin' but a dream on the corner, brusk |
| That ain’t gonna start stuff |
| A wave for the peeps and pretty girls who adore us |
| Came to award mutts, licks and kisses, no cuffin' to the tours up |
| Which brings me to the Chant I cry thru my corpus for the gorgeous |
| Protein hold me, against my will |
| I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill |
| My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled |
| Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on |
| Protein hold me, against my will |
| I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill |
| My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled |
| Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on |
| What was life like, between this meal and last |
| What’d you see, where it take you |
| If lights were dimmed, would skies be any clearer |
| Addle lines from adamize, peach war your mental valet |
| Up to you to pluck your protein |
| Rowdy kids cheatin' on the sun rise |
| Borken paddle for a joyride |
| Hop on a good foot, do the damn thing |
| Slackin' on your city slang |
| Teach ya' what ya' teacher did’t taught ya |
| Didn’t learn to write in school |
| This ain’t 90's revival, its earlier, its tribal revival |
| Before you learned from a Bible, you learn from your rivals |
| Whose urgence was liable, to merk em' and leave em' in piles |
| Before I get to earn that chieftain as my title |
| For my mutt fucked up people to admire, I sigh at the reply of your sire |
| I am you people, your equal, your writer |
| I am a simple pied pipe, I write what it is you desire |
| Maybe if I-ya… I-ya, use a metaphor to describe the |
| City’s my cell, mayors my warden, I’m a lifer |
| Protein hold me, against my will |
| I will get my time to kill, If I don’t get my thrill |
| My will’s to write a verse thats ill enough to get you filled |
| Keep you strong, make sure you keep keeping on |
| While you shit in a toilet, I spit it is boiling |
| Eyes wide open, I’m floating, my shit’s buoyant |
| You blinking and sinking when anointed with the ointment |
| The ointment is my spit, I coined it a poison, or a cure if enjoying |
| These word that been toiling |
| In my head trying to get poignant as possible out my skull |
| Avoiding the obstacles that unfold, and is it plausible I have a soul |
| If i drag my feet for weeks, 'til I don’t have soles |