Ethio Songtext

von Fur

Here we go, rata-tat-tat make the vision whole
Rappers are slack lack the facts chatting rigmarole
Go figure, villains roll play the gold digger role
Swig the malt liquor cold. ‘Bring my soul mixing bowl'.
Chill with the village troll cooking up rap crack.
Black magic track that, hat here it tap tap.
In and out 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Live shit like this hybrid thai stick.
Buy one comes 2 a piece
Flex metrical promiscuity fluently.
Toe to toe, do si do, what's your name so and so
So it is, it is so. So it goes. Billy knows.
Keeping you on your toes, just for you honestly
The synchronic tonic for those lost in chronology.
So true we could never be false
For real Fur will fuck anything with a pulse.
That's how we get down get down
With Grandmaster Greg and the furious sound
That's how we get down get down
Stepping in the place we be smashing up your town.
Really does modernise mean to homogenise
On the sly columns rise, white collars colonise
All for expedience, seemingly, seamlessly dreams become meaningless
C.R.E.A.M on a greedy lip.
Cash rules i feel it's grip over near everything
Turn on the radio you don't need anything!
Real or original, merely subliminal messages
Minimal musical minerals. Criminal killing you
Simmer in silence. Deep in the speaker I'm seeking asylum
From all that has come to mean something clean
White teeth with gum disease. Nice neat but nothing neat.
We're here to bring you that analogue big and fat
Sifting stacked catalogues, stone throw blue note and Stax
That's how we do, unstitching you're plan.
Take a seat at the back cos our shit hits the fan.
Clock this pre post-Coptic Hop Hip
Drum beat, wonky and fat like my top lip
One week, cotch in the flat writing hot shit
Toxic head nod, bopping to the drop. Kick
Half baked heads got dough but can't make bread
Neon pop rappers can step up and taste lead
Yes a whole mouthful, straight from my HB
Don't hate me cos I make each on of your bait click
Reverberate with a bass lick it's basic
Trust me I speak truth,
Someone needs to teach yoots how to EQ, Please do
Week 52 it's so over. Find someone who can sing and doesn't need a vocoder
Over production by a coked broker.
Auto tune rappers get a finger and a cold shoulder.
And still can't connect the dots.
Right now the beat is filth so let us rock…