98' Halftime Radio (Explicit)
Big L"98' Halftime Radio (Explicit)" is a song by Big L, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:38 long and contains 44 lines and 269 words.
Lyrics
0:07The city chews up clueless blues
0:18Pays the views and no man's news
0:22Blades will fade from blood to sport
0:29The h****n's cut these fuses short
0:34Smokers rode a colonial pig
0:38Drink and frame this pain I think
0:45I'm melting silver poles my dear
0:53You beat your wings and then disappear
1:00The moving scenes and pilot lights
1:06Smithereens have got us scaling heights
1:13Modern times come talk me down
1:19The battle lines are drawn cross this town
1:23Parisian boys without your names
1:26Ghetto stones instead of chains
1:31Talk them down cause it's up in flames
1:34And nothing's changed
1:46Parisian boys without your names
1:51Riot like 1968 again
2:00The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
2:04More pretty flames
2:06In school I would just bite my tongue
2:12And now your words they strike me dumb
2:16The flags are false and they contradict
2:19They point and click which wounds to lick
2:23On avenues this Christian breeze
2:28Turns us on to more needles please
2:30Our eyes roll back and we beg for more
2:33Rephrase this skin and then underscore
2:37The case for war you spin and bleed
2:40The cells you fill screensavers feed
2:46The girls you breed the soaps that you write
2:53The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
2:57The moving scenes and suburbanites
3:04And smithereens got us scaling heights
3:08Modern times come talk me down
3:09The battle lines are drawn across this town
3:11English boys without your names
3:14Ghetto stones instead of chains
3:17Hearts and minds and US Planes
3:22Nothing's changed
3:24And English boys without your names
3:30Riot like the 1980's again
3:34The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
3:38More pretty flames
The city chews up clueless blues Pays the views and no man's news Blades will fade from blood to sport The h****n's cut these fuses short Smokers rode a colonial pig Drink and frame this pain I think I'm melting silver poles my dear You beat your wings and then disappear The moving scenes and pilot lights Smithereens have got us scaling heights Modern times come talk me down The battle lines are drawn cross this town Parisian boys without your names Ghetto stones instead of chains Talk them down cause it's up in flames And nothing's changed Parisian boys without your names Riot like 1968 again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed More pretty flames In school I would just bite my tongue And now your words they strike me dumb The flags are false and they contradict They point and click which wounds to lick On avenues this Christian breeze Turns us on to more needles please Our eyes roll back and we beg for more Rephrase this skin and then underscore The case for war you spin and bleed The cells you fill screensavers feed The girls you breed the soaps that you write The graceless charm of your gutter snipes The moving scenes and suburbanites And smithereens got us scaling heights Modern times come talk me down The battle lines are drawn across this town English boys without your names Ghetto stones instead of chains Hearts and minds and US Planes Nothing's changed And English boys without your names Riot like the 1980's again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed More pretty flames
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