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letra de danger - sorg & napoleon maddox

[paroles de “danger” feat. jp manova]

[intro: napoleon maddox]
now, look, you see all of this
and you see what’s goin’ on
but what you gon’ do?
you gon’ stand there and look around?
you gon’ run? you gon’ cry? you gon’ fight? huh?
you gon’ fight?

[verse 1: napoleon maddox]
count down ’til the fish is gone
the grass dried up with the [?]
release the beast with no sand dunes
it can’t withstand the sun at hot noon
but you want me, could buy you new car
let you tell me who the crooks are
like you give not a f-ck where i fall
’cause you ’bout to relocate to mars
i’m ’bout to head to the street where the people marchin’
close to the edge and you pushin’ heartless
we find a way to livе somehow, regardless
yеt, for that, you bring us up on charges
got a spark that starts the flame
but the heat so unique it deserves a name
to be called awful, which he came
to heal the lame and resurrect the slange
[chorus: napoleon maddox]
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them

[verse 2: napoleon maddox]
you want power, we want food
we sing loud and you say we rude
we start screamin’, you say we demons
but you the one with the evil schemin’
won’t be leapin’ on your bandwagon
or usin’ the terms that you label and taggin’
’cause you don’t know that we know that you don’t know
how deep we are and how far we’ll go
yeah, we’ll do like the ancient did
start trainin’ for war with the names of the kids
say the names and the slang still is
come back to mind, what the mission is?
feed the fam’, value life
to live by love and not by the knife
and keep that so razor-sharp
that you could cut out the lungs without touchin’ the heart
[chorus: napoleon maddox]
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them

[verse 3: jp manova]
j’ai un bête d’écart avec ces blarf’ qui rêvent de gloire en étant forts qu’à ramper à terre
dès l’départ, manière de voir qui nous sépare, leur seul espoir, c’est boire de la bière
spectre large, à vivre en marge des tubes de barjes aux vibes les plus nazes de la terre
la weed est grasse, la go est bad ; à gauche, c’est dar mais, si elle part à droite, je la gère
je la serre, je l’emmène loin d’ici, dans la caisse, l’éloigne de vos germes et des titres de la presse
visitant le globe et le pire de la hess ; parasitant le rap, je m’inspire de la grèce
dikave le tableau, picasso pablo ; si j’fly de là, gros, qui f’ra vos travaux ?
pas l’temps d’me fier à ta classe, ton drapeau ; pas d’conte de fée sans qu’t’embrasses le cr-paud
et puis, depuis le temps qu’on fait les dièses, les calendriers n’sont faits que de vendredi treize
t’as mal au crâne ? bah tu t’es cogné à nos richesses, prends un doliprane, on n’est pas là pour les politesses
je sais qu’on teste ma résistance à l’aiguille qui s’enfonce dans ma chair à distance
l’air calme en dépit de mes douleurs qui m’lancent, j’ai l’âme qui titube et je fais croire qu’elle danse

[chorus: napoleon maddox]
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them
they grab and they push and they need a way
we all gon’ die but we don’t know when
the world so numb that it’s got to end
’cause it’s gettin’ the maximum help from them
[outro: napoleon maddox & jp manova]
yeah
parasitant le rap…
live by love and not-, not-, not-, not-, not-, not by the knife
you want pow-po-po-po-po-power, we want food
prends un doliprane, on n’est pas là pour les politesses

- sorg napoleon maddox

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