Songtext zu 'Nomadsland' von Trusenz

Dirty, grimy, shitty, ugly,
From country to state to borough to city
Dirty, grimy, shitty, ugly,
From country to state to borough to city
Dirty, grimy, shitty, ugly,
From country to state to borough to city
It's a pity, that we ain't sold like 50,
But got enough change to but a fifth of whiskey

I thought I'd seen these streets,
Seen weakness defeat (Guess not),
But I've also seen the three things that brought me to my feet,
First, never let them see you bleed (Naaa!)
It's written on their faces,
So never ever let them see you read,
Be the first line of defence,
General, President, next door neighbour,
Tenement housing resident.
And second, take this life as a lesson,
Cause the harder you're pressing,
the more you probably gonna feel the injection.
relax, max, take off your shoes, kick back,
let the track smack the back of your ears,
I think that,,, (ummmmm),,,
The third is a question of whether or not you're sober,
Cause life can take swings like that angry King Cobra,
Don't tell me that it's over, that yesterday's friends,
can turn their back today and say that this is the end,
Yo, don't tell me that it's over, that yesterday's friends,
can turn their back today and say that this is the end.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

Haters calm your anger, I stay strong like arm and hammer,
Corner street hanger,
Rugged terrain like Jeep Wrangler,
Tru the beat banger, I'm similar to Fosgates, familiar.
Get your particulars blocked like prostates.
Chemical phosphate compound catalyst,
rap battlist, technical analyst,
historian slash philanthropist.
Your mans are pissed.
Existence, the strength that it reaches,
expected to spit this thesis till i'm on orthopeadic sneakers,
Royal collegiate speaker, teacher, dealer of the facts,
You need bleachers, I'm peaking to the leader of the pack,
Releasing ceaseless innovation niceness,
Large with my cypher,
and ghettovations with more rotations than pro cyclists.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

Nomadsland!
Home of the lost and place of the proud.
Nomadsland!
Wave your flag high, displaying it proud.
Nomadsland!
Home of the real, no use to pretend.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.
Nomadsland!
Place of heroes, living in peace.
Nomadsland!
No more war, now at night i can sleep.
Nomadsland!
Home of the truth, I'm true to my friends.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.

My life's a bad habit (why son?),
At times it's mad tragic,
Infact it's black magic,
'cause cats that rap catch it (you know!),
Difficult bastard, spittin' nothin but acid,
Master this lyrical craft after a hit of the hash blasts me,
Why would you ask me? (huh?!)
My life's a never ending story,
with gory encounters in pergatory, a living glory (sin!).
King on a throne, in my castle alone,
If you can't handle the street then stay your asses at home,
This ain't for everybody, hardly (Naa!)
Like chicks at the party,
where mommies punanis get taken to the crib dressed smartly (let's go),
Many departed friends, the war never ends,
The long arm of the law extends beyond us making amends,
Hence, I'm staying tense. Stressed.
Always watching my back,
My art is my rap.
My predecessors scars on my back,
Artefact, hyroglyphics, pyramids, crop circles,
Black on black street beef that's deep like Colour Purple.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

It's a jungle out there dog, so watch who you cross,
No one gives a fuck in the land of the lost,
No one really cares if your wrist got frost,
Cause niggas gonna get theirs at all cost.

Nomadsland!
Home of the lost and place of the proud.
Nomadsland!
Wave your flag high, displaying it proud.
Nomadsland!
Home of the real, no use to pretend.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.
Nomadsland!
Place of heroes, living in peace.
Nomadsland!
No more war, now at night i can sleep.
Nomadsland!
Home of the truth, I'm true to my friends.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.

Nomadsland!
Home of the lost and place of the proud.
Nomadsland!
Wave your flag high, displaying it proud.
Nomadsland!
Home of the real, no use to pretend.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.
Nomadsland!
Place of heroes, living in peace.
Nomadsland!
No more war, now at night i can sleep.
Nomadsland!
Home of the truth, I'm true to my friends.
Nomadsland!
Pack my shit up, I'm moving again.