Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vulcan , by - Shogun. Release date: 16.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vulcan |
| Yeah |
| It’s real now |
| Let’s speak out |
| Fuck your weak views |
| Take two minutes to peer through |
| My optics, am feeling like makin a killing |
| Feeling like fillin up my pockets |
| Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit |
| No religious affiliation, man stop it |
| Half tall grey, half monstrous |
| How you gonna stop this? |
| I don’t need to pop clips |
| Once I drop this |
| In the stove |
| And whip it slow |
| I get all a you addicted to my flow |
| You look a little timid though |
| As I sit and scribble notes |
| An alchemist, still make it apparent this |
| Isn’t for the gold |
| I was born in '97 |
| So fuck your profession |
| I don’t know where my head is |
| Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don’t get sectioned |
| Smoking organic, making you panic, man |
| Fuck all that peace chat |
| # Where the gat at |
| Rat-a-tat-tat |
| Speaker bang |
| Speaking slang |
| Got your bitch in arm |
| Telling her, she don’t need a man |
| So what does that make me? |
| I’ve been a little bit fucked lately |
| I dont wanna be another stereotype |
| I gotta grow up, man it’s really fucked |
| 18 years old, thinkin about ending my life |
| Don’t give a fuck for your judgement |
| Yer lucky I only throw punches |
| When I write |
| So fuckin selfish, I’ll admit it |
| That’s why this is scripted |
| I’m not talented or gifted |
| Or up and coming |
| I’m just obsessed with stressing, fucking running |
| From a lifestyle, that I’ve hated for a while |
| But I’ve pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away |
| Just wanted to get my dick sucked |
| Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck |
| Why can’t I just, appreciate life |
| And smile |
| If you hate me, it’s mutual |
| The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful |
| I’m like immovable object |
| In God’s head and there’s weed still in my cuticles |
| Still doing all the things I used to do |
| Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible |
| Of loneliness |
| Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle |
| I gotta make it apparent |
| I lost a parent, well I never had him |
| Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow |
| Dead beat big brother, can’t even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her |
| Wish it was the way it was when I was making den’s out of boxes and covers |
| Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder |
| I’ll make sure you remember this |
| Bet I end up better than deviling |
| Put your bets on the devil in |
| My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance |
| Gotta get it in, I’m the mercury in these so called veteran’s medicine |
| Escaping my selfish ways |
| With my brain spread on a page |
| So I put my soul in a song |
| So it may linger on |
| But I’m never calling that bitch back |
| Smokin afghan on the ave |
| I went through it all in the fucking past |
| Never again, never again, man |
| It’s MFTM, MFTM man |
| Save all of your hate |
| Throw it back in your face |
| Hardly a subliminal |
| Young sinner still feeling old |
| Hardly stereotypical |
| Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised |
| So I’ll never sit in first class |
| Abuse my intuition |
| I see the weak when these MCs are spitting |
| Fuck the fraudulant freudian slips |
| I’m slipping, I really wish I went to prison |
| Fallen victim to the system |
| Just a social condition |
| I’m fixed in, between genius and insanity |
| Never shed a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be |
| Doctor’s warned him about the bevy |
| Didn’t fucking listen, good old uncle Henry |
| Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything |
| I’m acting like it matters when it doesn’t |
| Sold his soul for substance |
| But fuck it |
| Long as I grip this fucking mic like a vulcan |
| I just wish I got the chance to say I loved him |
| Sold his fuckin soul for the substance |
| But man fuck it… |