I'm a 20 years old hungarian rapper. I'm trying to break out from my city and from my country and bring back the meaning of the REAL hip-hop.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #841
Peak in subgenre #46
Author
Beat by Tuna Beats, lyric by Ghost
Uploaded
July 25, 2016
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:50
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Not everybody sees what's goin' on the streets
Some of the cavemen still have ancient creeds
It is battlefield and we are the soldiers
We have to fight together, shoulders to shoulders
Drugs, guns, alcohol, violence and rapes
That's why the motherfuckers have ducktapes
You never know what's goin' on in a family
"Shhh, it's okay, daddy's in a bad mood Emily"
Yeah of course, everyday he's in a bad mood
Good reason but how come there is no food?
"Mommy was bad that's why dad smacked at her"
Why don't you tell her he is a backstabber?
Everynight he comes home drunk as fuck
He grabbed a gun Emily you better duck
Suddenly the mother had another eye
Now she's so far, Emily be a good girl & say bye
[Chorus 2X]
This is the 21st century but not on the streets
A modern civilization with ancient creeds
This is the modern wild west
Knifes go easily through my vest
[Verse 2]
The World is a laboratorium & we are the rats
Some of the people are tryin' to act like rams
Ask yourself; don't we live like slaves?
We will never have equal graves
Be honest with yourself; do we really have free will?
Take the medicines 'cause the doctor said you are ill
Pay your taxes, do your duties
Don't look the sexes just play with boobies
You are jelaous, your head is green
Be thankful what you already have, deep breathe
Who is your nemesis? It's easy; only you
You have to find your inner fuel, fool
Hold on a minute and think; only the government needs war
But do you know why? 'Cause they want more and more
You always buy the product, do you know why?
You've seen it in commercials but those are lies
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
You need those pills because life
You are so high you can't even give a high-five
Swallow them with two glasses of whiskey
Wanna be suicide? Then grab that bisquit
No, instead you hit your wife and child
You enjoy 'cause you know they can't hide
Addicted to drugs, alcohol, there's nothin' to eat
Don't mind the cords, here, take a seat
You beat them to unconscious, wow, you're so tough
You are a real, unbelievable thug
So you ruin their life 'cause...sorry waht was the reason?
You have more fights than Mayweather in one season
I hope your skin is gonna be a coat
I hope somebody will stab you in your throat
I would say you deserve nothin' but death
But to be honest that's too easy, isn't that?
