Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - Square One. Album song Walk of Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Showdown
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| Visual basics, contagious criminal phrases |
| Rock penals sagacious for minimum wages |
| Found spirits of hatred on pitiful faces |
| In cages, locked in a digital matrix |
| Dance with the devil level lyrics in basements |
| Original slave-shit, my syllables’re racist! |
| Taste this embrace the physically shapeless |
| Venoms on pavements, how I’m mimicking Jason |
| Rhythms of cavemen in this critical ages |
| They’re living on spaceships |
| We’re in middle of snakepits! |
| Faithless cutting with scissors & razors |
| The Wizard on faders literally crazed this |
| Amaze kids how I chase riddles on pages |
| Subliminal, sacred, caves lit |
| Blaze these jewels to rock & roll |
| For old forgotten souls to scold the Ghetto-Gold |
| Hold my pain, my mind empties a clip |
| Rent me a whip with two bags of sensei to spliff |
| Yo, my life’s nothing but an envious bitch … |
| So, how the fuck could you hate me for this |
| This Gangsta chronicles feeds minds of |
| Honourable breeds |
| Documents read the peace with |
| Hypnotical ease |
| Anybody who pleads for more |
| Vulnerable needs |
| Drop to your knees, words of |
| Muhammad will breathe |
| With unstoppable speeds atoms |
| And molecules bleed |
| Behind that Hollywood creed |
| The diabolical greed… |
| This is beyond narcotics and weed… |
| Beyond vile demonic conceit! |
| I pen rhymes on tropical leafs before I hop on them beats |
| Popping the heat, mystique my knowledge is deep |
| Swallow the grief, empty V-bottles with freaks |
| Biographies teach on dusty sorrowful sheets! |
| The Sodom’s defeat among King Solomon’s seeds |
| Yo honestly B: what happened to the Mark of the Beast? |
| Following cheez your neighbourhoods' prophet’s believes… |
| Ya turn your back to topics like these |
| Apocalypse speaks, read a neurotic disease |
| My solid techniques will hit the rock-bottom for weeks |
| Poli with peeps, rep the slums boroughs & streets |
| The God is unique, putting mad Body’s to sleep |
| Hard to compete: THE STATE OF THE ART will repeat |
| Chorus: Repeat |