Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YOU, artist - Slaine. Album song A World With No Skies 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
YOU |
Ladies and gentlemen |
There’s a lot of people have to thank |
For gettin me where I am today |
But most of all… I wanna thank you |
You sick of my fat face? |
Sick of my fat basslines |
And unapologetic rhymes that I spit cause I’m sick of (YOU) |
In this rat race, I’m stuck at a fast pace |
So everybody back up and fall in line, yeah I’m talkin to (YOU) |
With this anger, that’s fuelin my engine |
When I’m back with a vengeance, to aim every sentence towards (YOU) |
I’m breakin in windows, and hoppin the fences |
I’m here lookin for (YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU-YOU, YOU-YOU, YOU~!) |
Yeah; |
the game is full of crabs, the world is my oyster right |
The snakes in the grass with a poison bite got a voice tonight |
My pen screams anger you ain’t got the voice to write |
The choice to like, I hoist the mic, it’s a heist |
Jesus Christ, my forehead’s covered in thorn cuts |
Head full of robbery visions, powder and porn sluts |
I was born nuts, grew to be more crazy |
Raised by Scorsese and St. Ide’s 40's, I’m all hazy |
Slanty-eyed shorties look at me crookedly |
In high school I cracked fortune cookies |
Bet with the bookie and played hookey |
Puffed Crazy Eddie and leaky-leaky until it took me |
To a state of grace, I processed it in my database |
I realized that you haters ain’t shit to me |
My future’s my destiny, my present’s my gift, I’m makin history |
My past was catchin up to me but damn it I outran it |
I used your hatred for motivation and ran it across the planet |
Who told me I had rules to follow there wasn’t no way around |
And was faced with a chance to stand up and dance but was layin down |
Who was talkin while someone else was doin and layin ground |
When it was time to speak up, who didn’t even make a sound? |
Who had certain thoughts they always tried to keep from me, fellas |
Like I couldn’t see it, tell me who was secretly jealous |
Who said they woulda, coulda and shoulda |
Never understood or put a foot in the game |
Splashin the mud outta the gutter |
Do it stitter-stitter-stutter, who’s the idiot that muttered |
The cocksucker who hated on me, every word I uttered |
Who had the balls and the ego to be called an amigo |
Like they down for the cause, but we saw shit and we know |
You a faker, a phony, a fraud, guess they don’t know me at all |
Can’t even look in my eyes, you ain’t my homey or dawg |
You just a bitch and a snitch, you just a fag with no balls |
I’ll throw my fist in your face, watchin you stagger and fall |