Slaine - Conman lyrics
[Slaine - Conman lyrics]
This game has played with my emotions
Messed with my brain
The street's got a million stories
But the lesson's the same
So before I go to sleep I
Count the blessings of Slaine
Accepting the rain and the gossipers
Who stepped on my name
I got cats who wanna roll on
Me with weapons to aim
Doing a home invasion but homie
I'm holding the same
And I know what life's like
Standing cold in the rain
So I don't want to but if I
Have to I will go there again
I seen films and creeps chewing
Pills in their teeth
Nod off and watch them go as
They get killed in their sleep
I've witnessed what you never want
Your children to see
Know a thousand cold blooders
Way iller than me you found of me, good
Play it in your neighbourhood
This is hip hop, people say it's bad
Say it's good
This is for my people who know that I could
That I would without getting
Roped in the mud, yeah
Yeah, got my noose tied but it's tangled
Smoking on dust from the angels
America, I'm star spangled
Strangled, conman looking for an angle
Kids got their fists in the
Air ready to scrap
Me I got the mic in my hand ready to rap
Got the shotgun in the trunk
With machetes and rats
The blood strays Crazy Eddie is back
I come from angel dust
Stuck at bus stop in Georgetown
And Roslindale, hell, why the fuck not?
Sergeant Bill can fuck himself cause
We don't love cops
Love loud music, cases of booze
And drug spots i roll with Finigans and
Flannigans, Dominicans, Hispanics
And Blacks
And some people wanna panic at that
But all that racist crap and
Old antics is whack
Say no one can ever stop it
But, I can with the rap
Grew in white pride till the city
Heard the word nigga used everyday
Why they drinking liquor, booze
Drop your rocks and sticks
When we came here they called
Us whops and micks
Yeah, got my noose tied but it's tangled
Smoking on dust from the angels
America, I'm star spangled
Strangled, conman looking for an angle
Messed with my brain
The street's got a million stories
But the lesson's the same
So before I go to sleep I
Count the blessings of Slaine
Accepting the rain and the gossipers
Who stepped on my name
I got cats who wanna roll on
Me with weapons to aim
Doing a home invasion but homie
I'm holding the same
And I know what life's like
Standing cold in the rain
So I don't want to but if I
Have to I will go there again
I seen films and creeps chewing
Pills in their teeth
Nod off and watch them go as
They get killed in their sleep
I've witnessed what you never want
Your children to see
Know a thousand cold blooders
Way iller than me you found of me, good
Play it in your neighbourhood
This is hip hop, people say it's bad
Say it's good
This is for my people who know that I could
That I would without getting
Roped in the mud, yeah
Yeah, got my noose tied but it's tangled
Smoking on dust from the angels
America, I'm star spangled
Strangled, conman looking for an angle
Kids got their fists in the
Air ready to scrap
Me I got the mic in my hand ready to rap
Got the shotgun in the trunk
With machetes and rats
The blood strays Crazy Eddie is back
I come from angel dust
Stuck at bus stop in Georgetown
And Roslindale, hell, why the fuck not?
Sergeant Bill can fuck himself cause
We don't love cops
Love loud music, cases of booze
And drug spots i roll with Finigans and
Flannigans, Dominicans, Hispanics
And Blacks
And some people wanna panic at that
But all that racist crap and
Old antics is whack
Say no one can ever stop it
But, I can with the rap
Grew in white pride till the city
Heard the word nigga used everyday
Why they drinking liquor, booze
Drop your rocks and sticks
When we came here they called
Us whops and micks
Yeah, got my noose tied but it's tangled
Smoking on dust from the angels
America, I'm star spangled
Strangled, conman looking for an angle