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Artiste:House Of Pain
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Album:The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Titre:Fed Up
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
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Vues:84 fois
 
Paroles:Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

I got demons running through my slate

They

like to creep when my thoughts get deep

Scheming trying to find a place to fit in



And manifest itself in the form of a sin

If I was Rin Tin Tin Id rip the skin off of Lassie



The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me

You high on gas like a rastaman

bought it

Dont set it off kid and get me started

Cause youre highly regarded when

youre dearly departed

But mommas still crying asking God why in

The world could you

take her only child

When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild

To

keep it real kid you gots to stay humble

You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble



Then word to Bryant Gumble Im a live for today

And God bless the man that steps in my way



Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted

So just keep your cool and everythings

copasetic

Pull out your heater kid spit your razor

And minell still be the intellect

that plays ya

Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent

You can

play the child kid Ill play the parent

Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling



But I wont change your diapers or do your car pooling



Chorus



Get up

Ill break ya down a little something

Im fed up its time to go head hunting

Dead up

too many crews be fronting

Im fed up its time to go head hunting

Get up Ill break ya

down a little something

Im fed up its time to go head hunting

Dead up too many crews

be fronting

Im fed up its time to go head hunting



Lord have some mercy on my

soul

Whoa whoa



Now why everybody making shit thats unreal

Cause the

(ayanon) man he wants mass appeal

Forgetting all about how its supposed to feel

Kids

be going out for the record deal

So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap

Or

Im a make like the van and drop bomb on your gat

But dont snap cause this aint HBO



Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough

While you say that though you trying to gain that

ho

Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know

I dont need MTV to make no bucks



I rock styles that make you say Ah who dat waz?

Who that was is the many boy I was

sending all star players straight

back to the showers

Fake hard rocks are really

just cowards

I master dub plates like my names Herb Powers

I getcha open like

hunting season

I make papers dont front on the reason

Cause Im seizing up every day



You say carpe diem I call em like I see em



Chorus x3
 
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Les paroles de l'artiste: House Of Pain

1.   Commercial 2
2.   Punch Drunk
3.   Life Goes On
4.   Runnin Up On Ya
5.   On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
6.   Still Gotta Lotta Love
7.   Word is Bond
8.   Womb To The Tomb
9.   Danny Boy
10.   Put Your Head Out
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