Looptroop Rockers - Rome lyrics

The city never sleeps
Cause everybody’s sniffing coke
Entertainment’s slipping up and down
On the strippers pole
The city’s far from cheap
So get the fuck out if you’re broke
They ain’t fighting poverty
They declared a war on the poor
And, who’s coming out up on top, you reckon
When gentrification’s such a powerful weapon
Get the steppin ghettos burning the
Hours are ticking away
24 a day, a hundred lives a second
They got people competitive, running the race
I see the people afraid to live
What a disgrace
They put a literal or figurative
Gun in your face
When singing something gotta give
Need more money to waste
They cock, load, aim it steadily


Rock, roll the game is deadly
Somebody please, tell the world
The race is lost all ready
Put it in reverse and break north already
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love man I’m
Through with the romance
See the blood on my hands and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Many roam they have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Signed and sealed the devious G's
When in Rome, bun down Rome

My nose i numb in vice city
We hungry for more pretty, little
Fun, with her titties out
Some of us figured out
Who wants an inconvenient truth
We’re you can get a Cadillac coup
A six pack on the stoop a highspeed
Connection and a white line fever
Sneaker collection, look at my Adidas
We don’t worry much, man, we like that reefer
Don’t matter much if our lives
Is dictated by Ceasar
I got the game on a big screen
Accompanied by Jack or Jim Bean
Unless I finish up my sixteen
You call it ignorant, I call it distracted
Yeah, put out my cigarette and
Throw out the ashes
Hate that I learned to love this sickness
Since I was born
That’s what my teacher called
The Stockholm Syndrome but, I’m addicted
And I’m heading out the door
Man, you get the picture
Can’t stand being bored
I want more, I want more

Let’s go, now
When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love
And I’m through with the romance
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Sign and sealed the devious G's
When in Rome, bun down Rome

A symphony of cars keep playing their horns
To accompany the never ending
Roar outside my door
Where the long arm of the law
Banging it's drumsticks the young kids
Are in an uproar

Ha, now, that’s the rhythm of the inner city
Gun shot a loud
Scream another victim of no pity
And we can split the profit fifty-fifty
Ain’t no way to go against the flow
It’s better getting with it

But the artories is congested in Metropolis
We’re the zombie’s peeking out through
The cracks in their sarcophagus
And corporate vandals invade public space
If you want to contribute
Better cover your face

Cause they got you on camera
But no one care any more
We gotta give them our rights to
Fight this unholy war on terror
So we all hummin along
That of key melody that familiar song like

When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans
Ain’t no love
And I’m through with the romance
See the blood on my hand and my shoulders
Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded
Men in Rome, don’t have no homes
The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds
When in Rome, we bun down Rome
Sign and sealed the devious G's