Wild West (feat. Sage Francis & Sadistik) Lyrics
| Song | Wild West (feat. Sage Francis & Sadistik) |
| Artist | KRISTOFF KRANE |
| Album | fanfaronade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Sage Francis verse] | |
| How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance. | |
| You ain't a fucking fan and you ain't from my fam. | |
| Summer of the son of son of Sam. | |
| Your grandkids are treadmill working. Modern day Running Man. | |
| You're from the scum of the land. | |
| You are the sum of a number you will never understand. | |
| "Don't fall for that! It's such a scam." | |
| I bet 100 grand I could touch you… | |
| like "boop!" Ooooh, reconstruct you. | |
| Undead Kennedys. Some wed their enemies, | |
| Just for the fashion of it with some blood red accessories. | |
| That will not match your pillbox hat. Let it be. | |
| Got a magic bullet theory that'll blow your mind. Literally. | |
| I'm fin to blow. Kick in the do', begin to killing. | |
| Each and every single one of the indigo children | |
| must not be taller than this sign here. | |
| If they be any taller, then sign here. | |
| If you need any water it's right here. | |
| Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear. | |
| We don't all bleed red. | |
| I've seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend's head. | |
| Blue blooded American too stuck up with arrogance | |
| to notice the mules fucking the elephants. | |
| True revolution is intelligence. | |
| This ain't the motherfucking wild, wild west. | |
| [Kristoff Krane] | |
| My apologies for synthesizing intuition | |
| I swear to God it wasn't my fault but I'll still fix it. | |
| I wish no harm upon another like it's euthanasia | |
| Only in love will we rediscover human nature | |
| I'm feeling sick please somebody please bring me a cup of milk | |
| I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work | |
| A couple pills will probably do the trick | |
| Ha Dad? . | |
| (Naw) (5x) | |
| Naw, fuck that. | |
| I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm | |
| To calm my ancient organs and awake the ancient eye within | |
| Leviathan has been raised from the dead | |
| If you look into your head, it's evident in the environment | |
| Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the o-zone | |
| Clones who never knew their mother | |
| Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening | |
| Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning | |
| Now dance you dirty little puppet show | |
| Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold | |
| Now hit the mark finish what you start | |
| Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard | |
| Get off your ass and get a house | |
| Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse, | |
| Get a job, get a dog, get a bone | |
| Die fast, live slow, | |
| Feel alone. | |
| High class. | |
| [Sadistik verse] |
| Sage Francis verse | |
| How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance. | |
| You ain' t a fucking fan and you ain' t from my fam. | |
| Summer of the son of son of Sam. | |
| Your grandkids are treadmill working. Modern day Running Man. | |
| You' re from the scum of the land. | |
| You are the sum of a number you will never understand. | |
| " Don' t fall for that! It' s such a scam." | |
| I bet 100 grand I could touch you | |
| like " boop!" Ooooh, reconstruct you. | |
| Undead Kennedys. Some wed their enemies, | |
| Just for the fashion of it with some blood red accessories. | |
| That will not match your pillbox hat. Let it be. | |
| Got a magic bullet theory that' ll blow your mind. Literally. | |
| I' m fin to blow. Kick in the do', begin to killing. | |
| Each and every single one of the indigo children | |
| must not be taller than this sign here. | |
| If they be any taller, then sign here. | |
| If you need any water it' s right here. | |
| Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear. | |
| We don' t all bleed red. | |
| I' ve seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend' s head. | |
| Blue blooded American too stuck up with arrogance | |
| to notice the mules fucking the elephants. | |
| True revolution is intelligence. | |
| This ain' t the motherfucking wild, wild west. | |
| Kristoff Krane | |
| My apologies for synthesizing intuition | |
| I swear to God it wasn' t my fault but I' ll still fix it. | |
| I wish no harm upon another like it' s euthanasia | |
| Only in love will we rediscover human nature | |
| I' m feeling sick please somebody please bring me a cup of milk | |
| I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work | |
| A couple pills will probably do the trick | |
| Ha Dad? . | |
| Naw 5x | |
| Naw, fuck that. | |
| I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm | |
| To calm my ancient organs and awake the ancient eye within | |
| Leviathan has been raised from the dead | |
| If you look into your head, it' s evident in the environment | |
| Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the ozone | |
| Clones who never knew their mother | |
| Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening | |
| Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning | |
| Now dance you dirty little puppet show | |
| Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold | |
| Now hit the mark finish what you start | |
| Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard | |
| Get off your ass and get a house | |
| Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse, | |
| Get a job, get a dog, get a bone | |
| Die fast, live slow, | |
| Feel alone. | |
| High class. | |
| Sadistik verse |
| Sage Francis verse | |
| How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance. | |
| You ain' t a fucking fan and you ain' t from my fam. | |
| Summer of the son of son of Sam. | |
| Your grandkids are treadmill working. Modern day Running Man. | |
| You' re from the scum of the land. | |
| You are the sum of a number you will never understand. | |
| " Don' t fall for that! It' s such a scam." | |
| I bet 100 grand I could touch you | |
| like " boop!" Ooooh, reconstruct you. | |
| Undead Kennedys. Some wed their enemies, | |
| Just for the fashion of it with some blood red accessories. | |
| That will not match your pillbox hat. Let it be. | |
| Got a magic bullet theory that' ll blow your mind. Literally. | |
| I' m fin to blow. Kick in the do', begin to killing. | |
| Each and every single one of the indigo children | |
| must not be taller than this sign here. | |
| If they be any taller, then sign here. | |
| If you need any water it' s right here. | |
| Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear. | |
| We don' t all bleed red. | |
| I' ve seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend' s head. | |
| Blue blooded American too stuck up with arrogance | |
| to notice the mules fucking the elephants. | |
| True revolution is intelligence. | |
| This ain' t the motherfucking wild, wild west. | |
| Kristoff Krane | |
| My apologies for synthesizing intuition | |
| I swear to God it wasn' t my fault but I' ll still fix it. | |
| I wish no harm upon another like it' s euthanasia | |
| Only in love will we rediscover human nature | |
| I' m feeling sick please somebody please bring me a cup of milk | |
| I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work | |
| A couple pills will probably do the trick | |
| Ha Dad? . | |
| Naw 5x | |
| Naw, fuck that. | |
| I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm | |
| To calm my ancient organs and awake the ancient eye within | |
| Leviathan has been raised from the dead | |
| If you look into your head, it' s evident in the environment | |
| Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the ozone | |
| Clones who never knew their mother | |
| Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening | |
| Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning | |
| Now dance you dirty little puppet show | |
| Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold | |
| Now hit the mark finish what you start | |
| Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard | |
| Get off your ass and get a house | |
| Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse, | |
| Get a job, get a dog, get a bone | |
| Die fast, live slow, | |
| Feel alone. | |
| High class. | |
| Sadistik verse |
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