Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feed, artist - Sweatshop Union. Album song Infinite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2013
Record label: fontana north, URBNET
Song language: English
Feed |
| Yall tryna climb and get it |
| Just ‘cause Simon said it |
| I rather fly instead it’s built into my genetics |
| I’m always pushing harder, yall really shouldn’t bother |
| You’re wearing wood and armor, my armor’s good and stronger |
| Much nicer too, with all sorts of jewels on it |
| Your whole team’s corny, yall dogs and fools on it |
| My whole team’s awesome, my whole team is gossippin up the sleeve |
| Anybody tryna feed off em |
| So take precautions |
| You’re sleepwalkin through a mine field |
| I’m tryna wake you up as a peace offering |
| They called me tree frog in '02 by your free conscious |
| 20−13, it’s Steve Hawking |
| Never been afraid of the darkness |
| Yea, I’ve been a slave to this nonsense |
| You could probably take these words out of context |
| And realize I’m too complex, man I’m far fetched |
| Gone, peace, see ya later |
| But don’t come back contact the lunar crater |
| When the sky go black, fall back |
| The star vapors so the walls don’t crack |
| If they do I might make a move |
| Zoom, rap typhoon |
| We up in the peek, high noon to high noon |
| Something’s gotta live inside of my goons |
| ‘Cause I feed on the fumes opposes, no fake personas |
| We keepin it real, don’t try and console us |
| We keep it concealed if you try to control us |
| We been takin the wheel |
| And while our minds burn out, find out |
| We gon heal, baby it’s okay |
| Sweatshop, Snak The Ripper |
| Yea, I got it |
| Guns and roses for you bums and posers |
| Punching noses son, I’m dumb ferocious |
| Acting like you grimy but this one’s the grossest |
| Doses of these drugs got you under hypnosis |
| Look how easily Snaky work the pen |
| Catch you motherfuckers countin black word from 10 |
| It’s this earth, don’t even know what universe I’m in |
| Leave it to the last minute but my verse is in |
| Dominant mind state, violate the opposition |
| Offer no escape before exposing our position |
| Finally skinning house pets, I’mma rob their mission |
| From the offer up but ain’t nobody wanna listen |
| Fuck em, this beat is dirty like the toilet at the mall |
| Don’t wanna spoil the surprise but there’s some soil in the stall |
| Sippin gasoline and smoking dirty oil in the hall |
| When it comes to killin toys I’m loyal to it all |
| I can smell the fear across the room, it’s clear |
| A hungry lion on the loose, you’re like a wounded deer |
| An easy target for the pride, about to disappear |
| An irregular time is near, for real that’s like Bieber versus fear, |
| the fuck up outta here |
| Bout to feel the full so it’s like purpose versus pack of hawkers |
| And feel the levee or a semi with these rhyming corpses |
| Death 3, I’m heavy like a flyin portion |
| Droppin bombs on you prime so hear me clear through the distortion |
| Dog fighter writer when we serving you the same hand |
| A royal flush against your nothing to you cavemen |
| Out there busy clubbing while I’m workin on my gameplan |
| That’s why my flow is fire like a lighter to a spray can |
| Higher than a space man, I’m on a different planet |
| While you stranded on some damage, little can but screamin dammit |
| Tried to step and did a face plan |
| Landed on your hand prints |
| The whole city think you shitty, you ain’t strong enough to stand yet |