F - Crime Lyrics
You`ve been livin` so fast
I have always been the last
And you think I`m so cold
Inside my heart I can explode so many times
But it`s not enough
I work my ass off when times get tough
Been howlin` like the lone wolf
Now I get attention...more than you do
Won`t you come and punish me?
But in me you see yourself
The one you wanna be
You`ve been livin` so fast
You proved you had a heart of glass
Been howlin` like the lone wolf
Now I get your attention too
F - Crime Lyrics
I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin' the young for their products and profits
The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street
Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need
kids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs
'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
manifesting some forms of natural impatience
Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son you're running to the hook.
Get the heck out!
Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips
with a fist full of funk hits.
Check it out!
I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
and I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me,
he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out
the Roxy Deli window
I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi,
but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people
to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him
Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving
So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts
Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness. (4x)
F - Crime Lyrics
I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin' the young for their products and profits
The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street
Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need
kids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs
'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
manifesting some forms of natural impatience
Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son you're running to the hook.
Get the heck out!
Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips
with a fist full of funk hits.
Check it out!
I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
and I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me,
he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out
the Roxy Deli window
I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi,
but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people
to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him
Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving
So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts
Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness. (4x)
F - Crime Lyrics
F - Crime Lyrics
Hello folks...
Welcome to Crime Time
Lost Angeles irgendwann spät Abends
Er war einer jener Abende Nich viel vom Glanz des Rodeo Drive übrig
Geblieben war
Viel mehr schien sich die von der Strapaze des Tages
Gequälte Luft
Zu überlegen, welchem der beiden Männer sie wohl zuerst
Die Kehle zudrücken sollte
Der eine Mann war Bill A. Hemingway,
Seine Freunde nannten ihn Philosopher,
Der andere Mann war ich
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
Wir sassen in Hemingways Appartment
Dicht an den schwarzweiss besiedelten Blocks nahe der
Central Avenue
Dicht genug zu spüren,
Wie sehr sich die Sonne bemühte in ihrem täglichen Untergang
Beide Seiten den Strassen zu belichten
Es war wenig außergewöhnliches an Hemmingway
Wenn man von seinen Händen und sienem Lächeln absehen konnte
Seine Hände beschrieben in ihrer Bewegung einen Nachtfalter,
Dem der Tag schon viel zu lange schien.
Sein Lächeln konnte man fast mögen,
Solange man lebend dazu Gelegenheit hatte
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
Jetzt lächelte Hemmingway
Denn er wusste daß seine Gloria mich zu ihm geschickt hatte,
Um ein sehr privates Problem zu klären
Ich war das private Problem und seine
38er Automatik zielte geradewegs auf meinen Solarplexus
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah kill to survive
Yeah yeah yeah run for your life
Oh oh oh crime time
Oh oh oh crime time
Yeah yeah yeah bullets and pain
Yeah yeah yeah it's crime time again
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