Lyrics:
(Nickatina)
It started out with Captain Crunch Cereal, an old turn table and a radio.
In my young mind I was the mother fuckin' Imperial.
Local drug
Verse 1:
Now we're back in 1984
He's waiting by the door
She's all dressed up for the perfect night
Oh and he's bad
But you know she doesn't care
the floor
Radio static
I'll come and break right through the door
Your final stand will be in vain
Everyone thinks that you're insane
I'm an immortal demon
Don't call me up
for an empty date
I wanna get thru to you
and get out of this state
Tokyo in the winter time,
as I walk on by
Hear the lights like
soldiers' voices by the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
And I spilled you on a mirror
And I chopped you into lines
enough of this , back to reality
I've got a message for you and you might believe me it's true
You'll never see me crying again cause I'll break your
The waitress is cleaning the bar
It's two in the morning.
She offers some coffee to me,
Turns the radio on.
The caster is selling
His voice
by yo bedside
Wen u cried momma i cried
I can tell you was petrified
U taught me how to survive
No one could ever break our bond
I love you ma
listening to the radio wena heard ya song ana thought who recorded the vocal
No sense of melody Gargaling Hennessy
Gassed by the squares Inya circle
Fuck
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
competition tailormade with razorblades.
Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious.
Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with
me by the Christmas Tree at the break of dawn
We'll open presents- We'll make breakfast
There's a reason for the season
all moving
To me it looks as if
they're radio controlled
There's a thief in the city
stealing minds
He'll break into your homes
and make
done Mr. Kim, I shrunk 'em down to ticks
Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two knicks
I gotta split, yo va, ah ill kicks
What's the shit,
they're frequently heard
'cause they control the radio
it's crazy though
the dj's won't play me though
unless I line their bank account
with crazy dough
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
of reason
It's all in the game
Please don't let me be misunderstood
If I walk on by one fine day
I say a little prayer for you
I can't stand the rain chain
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies
And when, when they come home from work
Sittin' down by the fire the radio does
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