Sensation by Taskforce Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Chester P]
Economy class, rap heads from hells hole
Sleepless, eyelids are feeling like velcro sticking
The shadow of death is right behind me
Sittin' in a block on the way, is where ya find me
It's nuttin' like a dock on the bay though, believe me
Lookin' like the sun in the night, you can't see me
I'm out there under the lens of maintaining
I named them and shamed them
Send your complaints into 33C and you can suck my dick street
I trust my survival instincts to ride
My slangs pen on it again
Pop the champagne corks in the sky just to battlе the rainfall
I came with a versе that could rattle a snake
Bite back like count drac, watching a girls neck
Late night medium, Jeckyll slash hide yours
From this eye sore, my hunch is like Igors
Life's parallel to a fairytale in hell
And I see no and hear no and speak how I will about evil
A childs guide wannabe Crowleys
Burnin' the matter at hand, it's in the diaries I'm writing
Fiery text to cascade in
Came with a furious form of translation
Street scenes bury alive in recreational sweet dreams
Shake not stir your sensations
[Hook]
On the loose with a brand new dose of animation (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rap kids rich and poor, hit the wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Who's diggin' the dirt blud?
It's gonna hurt cuz
I'll grind you and crush you up
Like a peng bud
I'm slapping your crew back oh way back
Dinosaurs and caveman roaming around in a big pack
I'm king of the disco kids
You're wishing to live the life I live and hit big
Like I don't have the same wish
Now think of the dinosaurs fightin' for a place to eat
Who thinks of the rappers going crazy just to hear the beat
I'm keeping it grimey for the kids living on the street
You're wanting the bling bling stuff
Well that's just not me
We make original, music to listen to
We're taking dudes out and nobody is missing you
I'm telling the truth
I heard the proof in the interview
You and your crew was too good to be really true
I'm takin' it back I didn't mean to
Like I knew the move would prove
To be the product of a heavy bad mood ah huh huh
I swim fast like packs of sea lions
Things pass by like Zap, now we're flying
We're ultrasonic boom sorry I just didn't see you
My first book's a childs guide to good and evil
So rest with a day break
Broke halfway, snapped in the middle of the motorway
Fast lane car chase just to keep close
To the McBane starbase in the cloud of smoke
[Hook]
On the loose with a brand new dose of animation (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rap kids rich and poor, hit this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Economy class, rap heads from hells hole
Sleepless, eyelids are feeling like velcro sticking
The shadow of death is right behind me
Sittin' in a block on the way, is where ya find me
It's nuttin' like a dock on the bay though, believe me
Lookin' like the sun in the night, you can't see me
I'm out there under the lens of maintaining
I named them and shamed them
Send your complaints into 33C and you can suck my dick street
I trust my survival instincts to ride
My slangs pen on it again
Pop the champagne corks in the sky just to battlе the rainfall
I came with a versе that could rattle a snake
Bite back like count drac, watching a girls neck
Late night medium, Jeckyll slash hide yours
From this eye sore, my hunch is like Igors
Life's parallel to a fairytale in hell
And I see no and hear no and speak how I will about evil
A childs guide wannabe Crowleys
Burnin' the matter at hand, it's in the diaries I'm writing
Fiery text to cascade in
Came with a furious form of translation
Street scenes bury alive in recreational sweet dreams
Shake not stir your sensations
[Hook]
On the loose with a brand new dose of animation (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rap kids rich and poor, hit the wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
[Verse 2 - Farma G]
Who's diggin' the dirt blud?
It's gonna hurt cuz
I'll grind you and crush you up
Like a peng bud
I'm slapping your crew back oh way back
Dinosaurs and caveman roaming around in a big pack
I'm king of the disco kids
You're wishing to live the life I live and hit big
Like I don't have the same wish
Now think of the dinosaurs fightin' for a place to eat
Who thinks of the rappers going crazy just to hear the beat
I'm keeping it grimey for the kids living on the street
You're wanting the bling bling stuff
Well that's just not me
We make original, music to listen to
We're taking dudes out and nobody is missing you
I'm telling the truth
I heard the proof in the interview
You and your crew was too good to be really true
I'm takin' it back I didn't mean to
Like I knew the move would prove
To be the product of a heavy bad mood ah huh huh
I swim fast like packs of sea lions
Things pass by like Zap, now we're flying
We're ultrasonic boom sorry I just didn't see you
My first book's a childs guide to good and evil
So rest with a day break
Broke halfway, snapped in the middle of the motorway
Fast lane car chase just to keep close
To the McBane starbase in the cloud of smoke
[Hook]
On the loose with a brand new dose of animation (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rap kids rich and poor, hit this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations
Rich kids, poor kids check this wavelength (McBane!)
Shake not stir your sensations