Fallen Giants Songtext

von Hermitude

Giants will fall, enemies tall,
When there's no chance, no chance, at all
Time to take stock, try to take off,
With the brakes on, take a weight off, what you made of,
We can face off, place off, turn off whatever,
The flame that stays hot burns on forever,
I'm a blow fly, pariah to you *galuys* [??],
Fire in the lion's eye like a pirate alliance,
And when they, knock it down see my smiling defiance,
I do not wake up wondering about what the day is, a *die as* [??],
I'm a pliers hire, came to tighten the screws, they're frightfully loose,
Like you can't decipher the truth,
Treat pythons in a cobra suit and biting at you [??],
Sometimes the universe will throw ‘em [??] guidance to you [??],
Sight in a view, situations change like every day,
And to me it's even being here that demonstrates,
I've got a story if you've got a little deeper darling,
Deeper than the teeth are snarling, take it to the secret garden,
But that's another time that only came about when I was undermined,
Fair enough I took the shots, got in line,
We don't all throw no number 9, but we overcome,
It's sheer stats,
Did you hear that?
Giants will fall; sworn enemies break bread and talk,
What matters seem no chance at all,
Giants will fall; sworn enemies break bread and talk,
What matters seem no chance at all,
Did you catch a bad one, what's the plan son?
We stand stunned, out manned, out gunned, held for ransom,
We take steps, place bets, rate your chances,
It doesn't really make sense to wait for answers,
I've made mad advances inventing raps at will,
Trends still come and go but the benefits of skill are now on show,
Well known incidents and disses,
Bad punch lines opportunities missed and unfulfilled wishes,
Faint in the distance hope you, haters are listening,
Coz my vox got even stronger with the potshots that missed me,
And hotshots seem to topple off the top so quickly,
Another face lost in the crowd like Eleanor Rigby,
You can tell I dig bein' in the limelight,
As much as a good rhyme fight,
Times I should've held my tongue in fifty-fifty hindsight,
Been some pretty nifty blindsides you got to admit,
Like one song gets ‘em wide eyed, the others not a hit,
I'm not a bit, concerned about these learners with road rage,
I'll continue to burn into old age,
A dream team of peers, mates and collaborators,
Some who smash cross faders are my favourite rhyme sayers,
And some are makin' multi layered music under no illusion that the time that we're losin' will not come back,
That's why I will not be slack, and if you copy cats just want to take one thing from this rap,
Then did you hear that?!
Giants will fall; sworn enemies break bread and talk,
What matters seem no chance at all,
Giants will fall; sworn enemies break bread and talk,
What matters seem no chance at all,
Giants will fall, enemies tall,
When there's no chance, no chance, at all…