Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sick Life , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Sick Life |
| One fallen angel make over mankind and fuck with a mass mind |
| The cross breeders rap, I’m a psychopath landmine |
| The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal |
| The sick stick together like NATO |
| One-eight-oh degrees, he’s now state-owned |
| Lost in the city of angels with no halo |
| It’s Hades on the surface, best to just stay low |
| I’m like Hell on Earth while I’m under snake scales |
| The sick-minded aligned with cliques drowned with |
| Shots round with, brown fellows click Brownings |
| Cops sounding sirens to get loud and |
| Watch your back cause it could happen to you |
| From the cradle to the grave with a shoe |
| The psyche of the street remains in the brain of the LA zoo |
| Crooked cops and the government set the blueprint |
| For the gunmen, the black in the SA Coupe |
| It’s the life of the trife, cross and get your wig spliced |
| Meet Christ when you crap dice |
| Drag my angel dust fights so my mind don’t think twice |
| A journey in a mental street life |
| They’ve been predicting the end of time for thousands of years now |
| Chaos is all they sponsor, the monster serving their God |
| Abominations of God, monster on the versus the occupation |
| We wanna bring change but can’t really change ourselves |
| In Hell we live no matter how much wealth you got |
| Hope, that’s been forgot |
| The big plot is taking place in our face, we all robots |
| My thoughts I’ve been given in the streets, my gun |
| That’s my religion, it protects and provides me vision |
| It inspires and preach, keep it all at peace |
| Meanwhile they all make loot for the beast |
| There’s got to be a better way, a better day ahead |
| Not a horrible death to men |
| We have an army of soldiers and generals sin |
| By the great mystery to protect what’s left |
| It’s a race against time in these days we living |
| Trying to keep my mind right, trying to stay out the prison |
| They got us digging our own hole, sacrificing our own soul |
| When 99.9 don’t know how it all goes |
| I’m in that .1 percent fighting back control |
| Thief planet, fist up ready to roll |
| No, I won’t fold, bend, and break |
| I know the shifts shape, they really snakes when the doors is closed |
| Keep my head on a swivel, always watch for foes |
| Homies say I’m p-noid cause I’m always ready |
| For situations that cause me to react deadly |
| What I spit to these melodies is written in stone |
| Far from a clone, I’m in a frequency of my own |
| Where few men have travelled is where I call home |
| In my whole different zone where niggas stay drunk off rum and get blown |