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Viewing Lyrics for Face The Music:
| | | Artist: | Crazy Town |
| | Album: | The Gift Of Game | | Track: | Face The Music | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words force fed to your mind.
Trace the source brother,
brother.
Face the music, don’t confuse it for another.
Nothing comes close to
this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands
As our fans multiply.
We push
rhymes.
People gather ‘round when we
Kick them.
Go Boy, Shifty stick ‘em.
Ha
ha ha stick ‘em.
Burning bridges, smoking ism,
Losing my religion,
Shooting the
breeze,
We got these MC’s ass kissing.
If you can’t take the heat,
Then get your
ass out of the kitchen.
I freak it off the wall.
Crammin’, slammin’ points of
view
Into your fucking skull.
Bitch, that’s why we stick
‘em.
CHORUS:
Stick ‘em
Ha ha ha stick ‘em
Ha stick ‘em, ha ha ha
stick ‘em.
Stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em
Stick ‘em, stick-em, stick
‘em.
Stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick ‘em.
Ha stick ‘em, ha ha ha stick
‘em.
Well, I tapped you on the spinal
With an anesthetic.
Epic is the
definition
Written into grooves of vinyl.
It’s called survival,
When I drop the
stylish into friction.
Techtonic traits.
Drifting like the plates,
It shakes like the
quakes in Cali.
The mystic Majaraji.
Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid.
Producer
super status.
I’m here to claim my reign
As the baddest beat peddler.
So, place
your bet middler.
The roof is a blaze.
And yo, we’re smoking out the
fiddler.
We’re sipping on a hundred proof liquor.
Welcome to the dooms day
dawning.
Hot like the sun.
No time to relax.
We pack the doomsday
gun.
CHORUS
Call me a drifter, richter.
When I hit you with the stick
‘em.
I’m talking shit.
The pit starter.
A wanted man.
The one who cuffed
your daughter
To my bed stand
AND
I talk a lot of shit
because I know a lot of
shit
I know, I said I’d quit.
But I just want another hit.
It’s
madness.
Pimping like Gladys,
The baddest.
Maintain our status.
That is no
question.
Releasing tension,
As we step into the seventh dimension.
This jabber
jaw’s, jaws are slapping.
We’s what’s happening.
Bones are breaking
And fingers
snapping.
The pressure’s on
With non-stop action.
Whether banging your head
Or
steady maxing.
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