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Chains
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Chains est sorti le 1 janvier 2006 par SONY BMG Catalog dans le cadre de l'album Hi-Score: The Best of Che-Fu
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Date de sortie1 janvier 2006
LabelSONY BMG Catalog
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM89

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Che-Fu
Che-Fu
Interprète
DLT
DLT
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
A. McNaughton
A. McNaughton
Composition
C. Ness
C. Ness
Composition
D. Thompson
D. Thompson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DLT
DLT
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come test me like a bomb straight from murderdom
But how comes I got cyclops fish in my water
A nation of Pacific lambs to the slaughter
Three eyes for my son and an extra foot for my daughter
Gifts from a land that I don't even know
I was too slow to even see that escargot
You say I'm all blow no cash exchange, I didn't lie
There's a picture of me in the dictionary under "French fry"
No racism I'm out for who's in charge
I'd like to lay a fat cable in their backyard
Too far they've gone now I'm radioactive strong
I just walk past the switch and all the lights turn on
No last dragon just left my bones exposed
Didn't reach no final level yet my body still glows
Why do you wanna annoy, nuclear boy with your toy
Wa pihia neke mase a koe
Feel the likes of one who stays over come someday
Set your sights and chip away
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Chale may I pull you 'side for a second
Askin' a question checkin' what you reckon
Why you letting your guard down with a frown
Freaking 'bout what you wear how you walk around town
Did your heads ever think further than threads
Instead your dress code of the soul wardrobe is dead
Mislead maybe why's my mirror hazy
Morphin' into something else my own image is fading
Making molding, holding, folding
Is it me or a movie, Channel 2 or 3
Stolen stupid as such why is it television be now ruled by a crutch
Hairless and fearless, devoid of all shape
Like a snake, stick your mouth around the bit that says inflate
Breath deep if a sucker that you be, time is running out for me
Too old for cold rubber making whoopee
I prefer a woman who is real to the touch, she feels much
She be the Starsky to my Hutch
You crunched up my sisters to the point of no return
Anoint the tan with the ointment, now Ken and Barbie burn
Crispy pink, with a plastic sheen, turn it over
Baste it with a bit of margarine
Mmm, smells good, the swine taste fine, where's my Christmas pud
Feel the likes of one who stays over come someday
Set your sights and chip away
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
Living in the city ain't so bad
Come break my chains come help me out
S'aight, it's the gag in my mouth
Come break my chains come help me out
Pickin' up the reins in the south
Come break my chains come help me out
Sayin' who's gonna buy and who's gonna sell
Come break my chains come help me out
Written by: A. McNaughton, C. Ness, D. Thompson
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