Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Switch , by - Senser. Song from the album Senser Stacked up XX, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 16.11.2014
Record label: Bacon Empire
Song language: English
Switch |
| Well you better step to any shit we’re feedin' ya |
| 'cause you know we ain’t needin' ya. |
| Expendable? |
| You’re about to get it |
| (Don't fall too deep down, don’t fall) |
| I’m coming back, coming back |
| From the funky funky bass stack |
| What you see is what you get |
| And all I know is what I jack |
| Shake your money maker |
| Shake your money maker maker now |
| Give me a couple of minutes |
| And I’ll show you all exactly how |
| Soon there won’t be no money to make |
| No lies to fake |
| If you can’t set it straight |
| Well then you can’t relate |
| The lies you swallow |
| To rules you follow |
| The words so hollow |
| So see you tomorrow |
| Full of sorrow |
| You’re gonna say how did it ever get this far |
| When all I ever wanted was a house and a car |
| Now Moma’s in the backroom serving up rocks |
| Daddy’s in Wandsworth sitting in a box. |
| 3.1 |
| Listen to the click of the steel as it locks |
| The real enemies are in the corporate office blocks |
| So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1 |
| The wheels are set in motion and the job’s getting done |
| Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all |
| So step to me when it hits ya |
| Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all |
| Come to put ya in the picture |
| Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all |
| So step to me when it hits ya |
| Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all |
| Come to put ya in the picture now |
| Breaking 'em, breaking 'em down |
| Breaking our people down |
| Our leader’s a clown, |
| He’s trying to swim but he’s gonna drown |
| So hear the sound |
| Time to disarm |
| This ain’t no false alarm doing harm |
| Guns dance into a death-trance |
| Like a snake charm |
| One after another they stand on the corner |
| But I won’t pack a gat just like that |
| 'cause I don’t wanna |
| Be part of the problem |
| Think the solution, words of revolution |
| To me are still sonic pollution |
| Tried to make me out to be |
| Something I never was |
| Never would be because |
| Reality over us |
| Hangs like a black cloud, sickens |
| And when you stare for a second you’re stricken |
| You cry man, the signs are simple and plain |
| So play it again |
| Drifting in the last domain |
| When all the gun-talk shit |
| That you wrote it don’t float |
| It sinks to the bottom like a fucked up boat |
| And me and my posse we got a spirit |
| And no soft puppet can ever put a limit in it |
| So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1 |
| The wheels are still in motion and the job’s getting done |
| Pump, pump it up, y’all |