Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Interview, artist - Sunz Of Man. Album song Natural High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.07.2017
Record label: Echo, Red Ant, Wu Tang
Song language: English
The Interview |
| This goes out |
| This what y’all niggas all been waiting for |
| A litte story for all my brothers |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| Sunz of Man return |
| We gon' walk on by and keep it moving |
| Just when it got cold |
| Cold Sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving |
| Check it. |
| Moving. |
| Word up |
| My thoughts be colorless, the undercover rich |
| Haters loving it, watch the Hell King Tut' with it |
| Queens bathtubbing it, my diamond’s cutting it |
| Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government |
| Money rules the world, got my people suffering |
| Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed |
| Some read what they don’t need, give to seed |
| The Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues |
| Microphone masked MCs, Maccabees |
| Hard head MCs get told and still they freeze |
| The truth came in flesh but still you don’t believe |
| The best thing you know is the spots to find weed |
| Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struggling |
| Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling |
| We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in |
| What? |
| He sold his soul, life publishing |
| I walked away and I left you cold |
| Have to walk on by and keep it moving |
| I reminisce on my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze |
| Y’all mental slave renegades, wasn’t enough to eliminate |
| In my lifestyle of hard times and good times |
| Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind |
| Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent |
| For the ladies and gents, delinquents and peasants |
| Everyday hungry, gunplay on the Sunny |
| Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money |
| Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy |
| Thugs wrapped like mummies, sipping Remy, the clip empty |
| Feeling shifty, swifty highly intoxicated |
| Simply infatuated never thought he could be faded |
| Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles |
| With no teeth back on the streets he got beef |
| For little Keith and Tariff |
| A walking death wish, living selfish |
| I sort of felt this the fifth of September |
| He found them helpless and breathless |
| I walked away and I left you cold |
| A daylight shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out |
| Jewels out, laying on three-hundred-dollar sweaters |
| Tools out, last day schools out, nine Berettas and better |
| Carry the Avirex leather |
| Timberland weather gear, hands in the air |
| This is a stick up, don’t play for hiccups |
| You won’t need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag |
| Hungry comrades get they guns from Arabs |
| With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the ave |
| Today cash, examples of the program |
| Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives |
| Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones |
| We all came from the same throne |
| Raise the dead with the brain poem, this one is aimed home |
| I walked away and I left you cold |