Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster, artist - Vast Aire. Album song A Space Iliad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.01.2013
Record label: Man Bites Dog
Song language: English
Monster |
| My lawyer, he acting like my employer, he a monster |
| Not right 'cause he’s my sponsor on this eight month scheme |
| I’m not afraid of the bid, no, not in the least |
| Maybe it bring my conscience some peace, fuck that |
| I almost caught a body, bring out the animal |
| The manimal, the demon, everybody do a little scheming |
| Won’t get no ass for a while and that’ll bring out the beast |
| Fuck New York police, and Pataki, suck a dick |
| Nigga you caught with two guns and the charges don’t stick? |
| But on Sadat X she wanna be strict |
| Now I ain’t mad at the judge, but the DA wouldn’t budge |
| Holding a personal grudge, she fresh out of law school |
| She a fresh face trying to build up a case load |
| But the monster in me is gonna explode, that’s right |
| 'till I’m home it ain’t gonna be safe that night, get to that |
| Sadat X, don’t worry about the guard, I’ll be back |
| It’s what |
| Your life, get hype if you with me |
| Don’t rush |
| You fight, too much time for remedies |
| You bust back, fight |
| Alright, take what’s given |
| Anybody, anything, could be a monster |
| Actual fact: that what you seen and heard mostly is loud mouths |
| So where the toast be, when I approach hounds get ghostly |
| Beats get furry when the beast get hurry, clips spit flurry |
| That’s what’s happening now, you ain’t gotta ask surely Shirley |
| In the wild, wild west bring your wild style vest |
| And bring out the thing with a quiet loudness |
| Make a lady put her baby in the toilet, just respected |
| She’s an arsonist, she’s connected, that line, I can’t call it |
| My conscious is camouflaged conjure, anonymous armor |
| Brought to you by drama, sponsored by karma |
| Just a day in the life of a man named «your honor» |
| Big fish, little pond, little blue suit piranhas |
| Who shoot the martyr, «poof», troop marauders |
| Evidence is kept in the closet with all the other monsters |
| We pay taxes, pay dues, the trumpet plays the part |
| And now, let the wild romper start |
| It’s what |
| Your life, get hype if you with me |
| Don’t rush |
| You fight, too much time for remedies |
| You bust back, fight |
| Alright, take what’s given |
| Anybody, anything, could be a monster |
| Look dude, anyone can be a monster |
| Under the bed or in the closet, you’re too lethargic |
| You better take what’s given |
| Or I’ma leave this God-forsaken rock that’s spinning |
| Look at the beast drool as he does a backstroke in a cesspool |
| Yo, I heard they waiting 'til nighttime to come out |
| Bellycrawlers, they can’t wait to let they fangs out |
| Creatures use the dark to fuck with your mind |
| That’s why I leave 'em in pieces like Frankenstein |
| I throw garlic at A&R's |
| I can get mad, turn green, and flip cars |
| So make room for the CEO of the Blue Lagoon |
| That’s why I’m stacking ammo for my platoon |
| And on the full moon, I killed the howling man |
| Cause I am Hunter D, with the talking hand |
| It’s what |
| Your life, get hype if you with me |
| Don’t rush |
| You fight, too much time for remedies |
| You bust back, fight |
| Alright, take what’s given |
| Anybody, anything, could be a monster |