Lyrics:
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite
it's time I said me a few choice words
All about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
wide
Images around me
Don't identify inside
Just one blur I recognize
The one that soothes and feeds
My way of life is easy
And as simple are my
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
One by one, all in line
Marching forth with conviction
Made official, made to end
From our cells wait your eviction
So glow for us give us hope
that feeds
To taste the flesh there in between my teeth
It ain’t wrong to want to bite the hand that feeds
They can’t train you like an animal
So go
To make an MC shit in his bed
Me and Scratch on a riddim, you're dead
Two pale-faced lyrical men
That get love in the criminal ends
It's the white boy
Fuck that stupid bitch, now let me see my kids
I would've had yo back forever but today it ends
Your family fake as fuck and they don't wanna see you
Getting lost up in the music
Getting lost up in the music
Give me one more lie, that's all I need
One of those alibis you feed to me
'Cause
me with some news that was doomed to ruin the crew
While I was on the move you were cruising ‘round with my boo
Now I’m consumed by the rumours
The Wet Hand prowls the corridors
Leaves a sweaty trail behind
A smell of bitter almond
Is rising from the wine
The train is breaking through the depths
that we're destined to grieve under
Picking fruits that you'll never taste
As we crawl on our hands and knees, in the beginning and near the end
When you
Let's take a bath in milk
You can sit on my knees
I've put some honey on my fingers
To feed you with strawberries
And sugar on my lips
I'll spread
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
And I found my purpose in your arms
I've never waited for the summer to end like this
Pack my soul to take me where it really needs
Feed each other
With three times the kitchen
Big goals that I gotta reach soon
You wasn't there, so why would I feed you?
Did this by myself, who needs who?
Intentions
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
with your big mouth
Chasing prayers cause I'm baptized
By the hand that wears the bitter
Hand that wears the bitter crown
Aren't you just blinded by
the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
They see me on that mission and they see me on my grind
And you know I’m out here pushing, cause the see me all
rather be bitter and sitting in traffic
These people that own us are dull and they're boring
Wanna hear me write a song bout a foreign
Luckily I can
wide
Images around me
Don't identify inside
Just one blur I recognize
The one that soothes and feeds
My way of life is easy
And as simple are my
dreams?
It was everything I knew it would be
Just a machine dictated by the hands of greed
Life of filth, brought to an end by the hand that fed us all
back door
Wake up at sundown
Hands up and get gunned down
By mysеlf I'm my own worst enemy
A victim to the chains of my own stupidity
One day life's
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