Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man With Out Fear, artist - Vast Aire. Album song Dueces Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: One
Song language: English
The Man With Out Fear |
| My girl’s leg is an M-16 |
| And when we make love her face is mean |
| She likes to scream when I touch her there |
| She likes it rough so I pull her hair |
| My so called 'Life' - sex, drugs, rock & roll |
| I walk the bridge, I paid the toll |
| And let’s not forget a diamond is just a coal |
| But the process will break the mold |
| They say the ghetto was era (C'mon!) |
| To see the shit I’ve seen you gotta go to Planet Terror |
| Even my car’s Death Proof |
| And when I’m at the red-light I dust 'em off like POOF! |
| We moving on up like The Jefferson’s |
| Cuz I can change an airplane into a starship |
| I know you dig my style like my ancestors with the magic carpet |
| Oh I’m so up on it, I killed Caido and then the Brown Hornet |
| (Hook) 2x |
| This is the Grindhouse where we grind out |
| This dude’s talking shit lemme find out |
| I’m like leatherface when I wild out |
| I’ll put 'em in a hole he won’t climb out |
| You just a sucka emcee with a colorful name |
| When it rains it pours, you can’t contain |
| Them Hot Boyz is out, watch the flame |
| Word on the street is they ain’t feeling you man |
| You better get that ship ready to set sail |
| And lead them kids Waiting to Exhale |
| I do all the work so I’mma get my cut |
| And keep a chicken, a bikini like Jabba the Hutt |
| Yeah, so why bother |
| I’ll cut ya hand off like Luke I am ya father |
| But this ain’t Cloud City |
| Its roaches and rats, project, gritty |
| Yeah, where cats act shady |
| And we’re the illest kids who grew up in the 80's |
| And you ain’t seen drugs unless you seen a crack-baby |
| Yelling in an incubator, gon' crazy |
| Shots bang out; |
| this ain’t the 4th of July |
| And if you nosy you might catch one in the eye |
| Yeah, you might die |
| Don’t mess with the spider cuz you think you fly |
| I know you wanna hate cuz you need the exposure |
| You got three albums and nobody knows ya |
| I strive to live life |
| But I ain’t getting fucked like the heart beats five |
| We in the Major League and if you swinging at me |
| I’m on another page like Sancho |
| Niggas wanna blaze so I copped the dro' |
| That’s four blunts a day I got the doe |
| Oh, you ain’t know? |
| (Hook) 2x |