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Peanut Head

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Peanut Head è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 1995 da Strike Back Records come parte dell'album Senser Stacked up XX

AlbumSenser Stacked up XX

1 gennaio 1995

EtichettaStrike Back Records

LinguaEnglish

BPM86

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Now it's time to check out the pattern from here to Manhattan

And every motherfucker's on the side

Getting a gat and shitting bullets

Wasting lives, standing breaking heads of the youths

In their groups of fours and fives

And all the girls picking up on their gun tings

'Cause the way them figure them seem to run tings

But life is worth nothing, I ain't bluffing

When you're puffing on the barrel

You don't talk tough when you start coughing

And nobody's bulletproof, and that's the truth

So don't bother coming at me with that big dick gun talk, you spoof

You won't be sitting up smiling in the intercontinental

You'll be laying out on the slab with your home off rental

Now you best seek parental guidance

'Cause they should have raised you up better, you little bed wetter

Now I kicks the slang in, this is how I'm hanging

With the crew from the south of the river

Come to make you shiver and shake with Mr. Morgan

'Cause the funky drum break on the drum kit, this is how we funk it

We don't need no dumb shit, 'cause we never come to front it

Grab your logic like a ball, I'll take you to the hoop and dunk it

'Cause life is already too cheap

You people best set your alarm because

It sounds like you're still asleep

Your guns ain't no wicked, your sounds is-a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death, I'd never pick it

Your guns ain't no wicked, your bullets ain't no wicked

Your guns ain't no wicked, your sounds is-a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death, I'd never pick it

Your guns ain't no wicked, and your bullets ain't no wicked

Now I'm going further and further until I reach my destiny

It makes no difference if the brothers keep testing me

Said the rule of the gun, name rule is we

Many, many people I can see turn

Become a carrier, strengthen up the barrier

Enforced by the media, whole time feeding you

Sanitised images of the gunman

But no one ever run, man, because it can't be done

Understand you're trying to come dumb but slick

To make cash quick, 'cause you think it's the new lick

It's just another trick, call it abandoned

Got my hand on nothing but the mic

'Cause it's the fat skills that I like

Part of a cycle, vicious, which is

Eating up communities whole

But you don't feel the impacts

Because you're just sold your syntax

You bad boy man, you're out and shooting guns playing

Think of all the positive shit you could be saying

But a day in the life of a gangster sells green

And making quick cash off a cool misdemeanour

Man, I've seen you cursing women, line up your exploits

So just skip the shit and step straight to the point

Your guns ain't no wicked, your sounds is-a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death, I'd never pick it

Your guns ain't no wicked, your bullets ain't no wicked

Now your guns ain't no wicked, your sounds is-a wicked

But as for the lifestyle of death, I'd never pick it

Your guns ain't no wicked, your bullets ain't no wicked

Written by: Senser

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