Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Out, artist - Vents. Date of issue: 09.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watch Out |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Vents One in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| We back for more |
| Sound boy better chill and let the speaker suffer |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Trigga Trials in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| … |
| It’s like Vents on the creep, something to rock you to sleep |
| You seek and you shall find the mind run deep |
| I speak vicious, reminisce about warriors |
| In the Murray Rivers, God forgive us |
| They know not what they do |
| Rendezvous to make sure that the horns shake you |
| Take two then pass, putting out dope that last |
| Beyond smoke that travel in the glass |
| Unravelling the past on a path of despair |
| Barking, starving to bear … teeth |
| Swallowing grief, lost in the bottomless deep |
| Praying that tomorrow I’ll breathe |
| Roll deep cover, each brother |
| Connect my fam, one hand watch the other |
| Direct assault on your senses |
| This the relentless, closing mics before breakfast |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Vents One in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| We back for more |
| Sound boy better chill and let the speaker suffer |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Trigga Trials in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| … |
| Sickened by the stench of the ringtone, the cancer in your bone |
| Feeling alone, we keep fearing the unknown |
| Fully grown, stone cold, do what the fuck you’re told |
| Keep the city in a chokehold |
| Cold as ice, days of our lives |
| Like Camp Crystal Lake after Jason arrives |
| Turn people into fearful creatures |
| Locking them refugees up and that’s mere procedures |
| Follow leaders to darkness, roaches, apartments |
| Deal with piece-of-shit fathers |
| Single mothers, God don’t love us |
| Government ensure the rich stay above us |
| Wear them rubbers, no populating |
| Till every last senator sent back to Satan |
| Vents breaking 'em down |
| Shells from the mind of the maniac, crab emcees better … |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Vents One in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| We back for more |
| Sound boy better chill and let the speaker suffer |
| WATCH OUT! |
| We run the floor |
| Trigger Trials in this motherfucker |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| … |
| The kick drum toe tagger, no fatter |
| Competition like Cold War, sneak with a cloak and a dagger |
| Energy, matter, move at a slow vibration |
| Lost in the forest time wasting |
| Throw a temper tantrum |
| Smacking police in the face with their own fucking handgun |
| Fuck you, you better WATCH OUT! |
| I take chumps apart and transform brains to art |
| Now one less gun is a plan |
| But I prefer one more gun in the hands of the right man |
| I smell a Taipan snake |
| Emcees is acting kind of weird like cops on the take |
| Making 'em shake, drum and the bass |
| 2006 is nothing but another summer to waste |
| Another day another dead, another born |
| Another military turning the country the colour red |
| Now WATCH OUT! |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| WATCH OUT! |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| Like WATCH OUT! |
| Like WATCH OUT! |