Klassico by Malfnktion Lyrics
Lyrics:
(Smokey the Ghost)
I was ten, when i picked up the pen
I like words when they bend, every word is my friend
Come out to play, when I got something to say
Feels like My Only purpose on this globe is to rap everyday
But then I truth is
You need this thing they call it money, solution for your worries, the ink of only ruins
Been Rapping since there was no body but Brodha V
Big Nikk, and me brotherly
Were Rapping for therapy
And then the organisers ask us, mics dont really need a chord, in it?
Rap is just like talking, rap isnt quiet like art is it
Your just pretenders, wannabes and selectors, DJs only press play, who spread the cheese on his bread???
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders
(raVam)
Sometimes I wake up, feeling melancholy
Burn my mood steady, get my mooves ready
Turn Machiavelli, I cannot turn back already
I print my soul on a bill, when I need that young blood money
Sobering up with Kid Cudi, with that milk and honey
A fox’s cunning, the corporations running
A proxy country, The box seat at toxic auditoriums
Auditing all the funding by the fundamentalists
I could light a spliff, turn to bliss
And make a wish on a shooting star
I’d rather turn a moon on Jupitar, cuz I’m a Titan
Rhyme schemes tighter knit then a fish in pisces
I’m a solar flare brightest, son of a fighter
A writer, with a wide berth to be a pied piper
Before them rats claim a libel
I make the mazes rise up, to the cheddar every day red lettered
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders
(Smokey the Ghost)
I got this family to feed, but i can't afford the greed, in a world full of plants man i'm only but the seed
Hope this Loneliness is breached, so i spoke it in my speech, joking that im ok, when im broken and it bleeds
Dripping on the page, till i slip into the feels
Cannot see the light so i kiss the earth with my knees
Met this reporter at a launch, promote us with a song
She looked at me and she Smile
(raVam)
Would you rather have me cus ?
Talk about fancy cars, exotic women ?
And Who da richest ?
In a world where every soul’s deepest wishes’ coming true | Who owns you? | We still slaves | To the screens | To the memes | To the scene | Rise up and sreaamm | Pheonix | Dust to dust | I guess I’ve just found the times again, when life was easier |
Shone the light within, defied the imps on the media |
Feeling an encyclopedia I smile and grin, and deep inside
Nicolai the Idiot’s, against the ideologues, ideology spilling out and be, battling apostrophes, writing policies, ain’t no apologies, for these testaments of my greatness | On this mic spitting | Verbal discourses be the resources of choice for the illest, that flow in a state of mind, that designs the realest reasons that one can be
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders
(Smokey the Ghost)
I was ten, when i picked up the pen
I like words when they bend, every word is my friend
Come out to play, when I got something to say
Feels like My Only purpose on this globe is to rap everyday
But then I truth is
You need this thing they call it money, solution for your worries, the ink of only ruins
Been Rapping since there was no body but Brodha V
Big Nikk, and me brotherly
Were Rapping for therapy
And then the organisers ask us, mics dont really need a chord, in it?
Rap is just like talking, rap isnt quiet like art is it
Your just pretenders, wannabes and selectors, DJs only press play, who spread the cheese on his bread???
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders
(raVam)
Sometimes I wake up, feeling melancholy
Burn my mood steady, get my mooves ready
Turn Machiavelli, I cannot turn back already
I print my soul on a bill, when I need that young blood money
Sobering up with Kid Cudi, with that milk and honey
A fox’s cunning, the corporations running
A proxy country, The box seat at toxic auditoriums
Auditing all the funding by the fundamentalists
I could light a spliff, turn to bliss
And make a wish on a shooting star
I’d rather turn a moon on Jupitar, cuz I’m a Titan
Rhyme schemes tighter knit then a fish in pisces
I’m a solar flare brightest, son of a fighter
A writer, with a wide berth to be a pied piper
Before them rats claim a libel
I make the mazes rise up, to the cheddar every day red lettered
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders
(Smokey the Ghost)
I got this family to feed, but i can't afford the greed, in a world full of plants man i'm only but the seed
Hope this Loneliness is breached, so i spoke it in my speech, joking that im ok, when im broken and it bleeds
Dripping on the page, till i slip into the feels
Cannot see the light so i kiss the earth with my knees
Met this reporter at a launch, promote us with a song
She looked at me and she Smile
(raVam)
Would you rather have me cus ?
Talk about fancy cars, exotic women ?
And Who da richest ?
In a world where every soul’s deepest wishes’ coming true | Who owns you? | We still slaves | To the screens | To the memes | To the scene | Rise up and sreaamm | Pheonix | Dust to dust | I guess I’ve just found the times again, when life was easier |
Shone the light within, defied the imps on the media |
Feeling an encyclopedia I smile and grin, and deep inside
Nicolai the Idiot’s, against the ideologues, ideology spilling out and be, battling apostrophes, writing policies, ain’t no apologies, for these testaments of my greatness | On this mic spitting | Verbal discourses be the resources of choice for the illest, that flow in a state of mind, that designs the realest reasons that one can be
Chorus (Smokey the Ghost):
Closed minds, Can't contain us
Here we are now, Entertainers
We're all fine, dont pay us
But my voice lives on, till the DJ use his faders