Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk To Frank, artist - Virus Syndicate.
Date of issue: 05.06.2011
Song language: English
Talk To Frank |
You know that feeling |
When you wake in a basement |
With a massive gaping hole in your chest? |
No? |
Well, I’ve had better mornings. |
Turns out I’d been used to smuggle cocain into the country |
Which does rather prompt the question |
What’s the big deal with coke? |
So I talked to this dealer and he said: |
«It's all about the profit!» |
He took 2 tabs on tick, |
but came back for a Q ball — later, |
Frank he’s hooked on flake, |
and it’s on that he spends all his — paper, |
And he’ll take bash in a drought, |
I push that one on him as a favour, |
I take that cash and I’m out, |
Yeah I know what the stake’s are, |
I shot a box of the grass, |
More time laced with sugar and glass, |
I sold it for 44 but then I bought it for 4 now you do the math, |
I take a penicillin tablet, |
Hit it with a hammer then I turn it to bash, |
Still I keep pulling in the man like magnets, |
Shot em out the cheap shit, |
turn it to cash. |
I knew I had a chip on my shoulder, |
Never thought it would matter much when I got older, |
Mamma wanna good boy so that’s what I showed her, |
Can’t tell her bout my life on the street as a soldier, |
But they told you the rules from the start, |
If your in it then be in it for a purpose, |
The game don’t stop coz your timid or nervous, |
Unemployed — to society your worthless, |
Never had a job, but I’ve got 2 workers, |
I’m no victim or martyr, |
«I'm a hustler baby», |
Like S dot Carter, |
From the start had my brain in gear, |
Now I’m telling young G’s, |
get your training here. |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel. |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel. |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
So I went to this naste toilet and this girls asked me |
«Could you spare us a tenner?» |
Uh, no! |
I’m a dog |
Honestly |
And look who we have here |
A bleeding nostril, perfect! |
Well done, yes you are. |
So I picked up the phone, somehow |
And talked to Frank. |
Finally, someone who made sense. |
There’s a darker side to coke. |
To find out more, visit TalktoFrank (.)com |
I can get Keys for about 5 G’s, |
Then shot it in 8th's and 10's, |
That’s how I make some friends, |
Then I get rid of it all and do the same again, |
Coz profit yeah I’ve got it, |
It’s the topic of the week, |
So I drop it on the beat, |
Like the topic of the week, |
It’s Friday night and in ready for the mad shit, |
One gram coke, one gram magic, |
Time for me to get — wasted, |
Have a sip of this yo — taste it, |
Saturday night and I’m on it again, |
More drink, more drugs, more chronic again, |
Time for me to get — wasted, |
Have a sip of this yo — taste it. |
I only ever stepped on the toes of my foes, |
Ask your hoes what I put in their nose, |
You can test mine line for line, |
I’m a pretty bright guys so it gots to shine, |
I’ve had the Midas touch since 12 years old, |
I can turn power into gold, |
Who am I to spurn my gift, |
Even them other top shottas are miffed. |
There’s no business like dope business, |
Well no business I know, |
Coz everybody out here tryina sell something, |
What are you tryina offload? |
There’s no business like dope business, |
Well no business I know, |
Coz everybody’s out here tryina make paper, |
Everybody’s tryina get dough. |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel. |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel, |
You can say no, |
You don’t have to get high it’s cool, |
But I’ve got flake, blues, MDMA and Peruvian nasal fuel. |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope, |
I’ll sell em magic, |
I’ll sell em coke, |
I’ll sell em anything right down from crack to dope. |