Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Five Minutes To Midnight , by - Vents. Release date: 09.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Five Minutes To Midnight |
| Yeah! |
| I got nothing but a lot of resent and an utter contempt |
| Waiting for a scumbag something like a hundred percent |
| Fucking with Vents, fucking with Ses', fucking with Pegz |
| Obese and all of that, nothing but friends |
| Nothing but love, rough in the ruggedest form |
| Centigrade heat keep the mic kind of warm |
| We born to live a life to die so I find |
| The right way to jet, no pain and regret |
| Waving the black and the red, justice and peace |
| More getting along and less fucking police |
| Cooking dope over wonderful beats |
| My reputation like Cold Crush Brothers when it come to the beefs |
| I keep no respect for a man that talk |
| To his mother like a bitch and sell drugs to kids (word 'em up) |
| You ain’t the hard type |
| You a chicken shit bitch-made retard sucking that glass pipe |
| That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about skin colour? |
| Gonna be a long hot summer |
| Don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about this bullshit? |
| Get your card pulled quick |
| I got nothing but a lack of respect for a fucker |
| That sending men to war, so the damn unleaded can pour |
| I got nothing but hate for a man with a corporate dick |
| So far in his date, he’s shitting out yellowcake |
| Nobody get a break unless you make |
| The kind of loot that the fast food generate |
| Eat a Big Mac? |
| I’d rather eat a piece of shit |
| Smeared off of Adolph’s dick |
| You picked the wrong rapper to fuck with |
| The world like Yorkshire '79 and I’m Sutcliffe |
| And I’ma bust with maniacal rage |
| While my man here scratch like he dying of AIDS, huh! |
| From the padded room to the catacomb |
| Living in a vacuum, then back to the maggots soon |
| Back to the dust in a rush |
| Vents in effect, see you in the next lifetime bruz, what up?! |
| That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about skin colour? |
| Gonna be a long hot summer |
| Don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about this bullshit? |
| Get your card pulled quick |
| I got a whole lot of love for my real mates |
| Mr. Trials in effect yelling rage at the kids and it feel great |
| I got love for my girl Kate |
| I know it’s hard for you but every day like my birth date |
| And every snake get the finger |
| We could take the ruckus outside like Meninga |
| Sicker than Maralinga, I’m the bringer of justice |
| Hardcore dissidence, what the fuck is this? |
| Vents One, Hard to Kill, bars of steel |
| Rhyme foul like a gram and a half a pill |
| Got love for the young guns playing my noise |
| Rhyming like Vents, slaying them toys |
| Making that choice to get smart |
| Even thought school is a factory line and you the next part |
| Much love for my mates |
| Much grief and torment forever to the down low snakes |
| That’s why I don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody squabbling about nothing look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about skin colour? |
| Gonna be a long hot summer |
| Don’t trust nobody but me |
| Everybody out waving those flags look funny to me |
| It’s five minutes to midnight |
| You wanna fight about this bullshit? |
| Get your card pulled quick |