DJ Yoda - Muted Cartoons lyrics

Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling Bling bling bling bling bling bling Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling Bling bling bling bling bling bling I lay low, games I play? No I slap n***a with gat over the head like Halo Automatic .44, blast and blow Shoot your f*ggot a**, somewhere over the rainbow The Price is Right, like gameshow My slugs like d** 'Cause of me thugs say "No" Big bro the real deal Ain't Evander Holyfield It's the boom from the steel That make wounds hard to heal I'm foul, I said it Like mad cow beef, I dead it Tell the paramedics forget about the anaesthetic 'Cause I'll leave you stretched out like calisthenics Through the barrel I set up my whole apparel Whole life candidate A menace One shot from the blam and you finished f** if you ate a whole can of spinach Still get mashed like a knish Cut like trimmage, I spare no facial hairs I shoot through your beer like Guinness I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I still mourn For those dead gone in this rat race I pa** it on like a baton To the younger n***a who hunger To learn from those six feet under Laying in the casbah lightning and thunder Learn the half of those who paved the path Do the math on n***as whose blood got splashed In these concrete streets what we call rap From music that leaks heat from the f**ing gat Rappers be dying, bullets start flying Mothers start crying, n***as keep trying To make peace but I Keep rhyming over break beats Akinyele and Yoda on these UK streets I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons Listening to dead rappers' old tunes Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Spark your lighters up for those who not with us Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust I sit alone I sit alone I sit alone I sit alone I sit alone I sit alone I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Well, that's the story boys and girls And dogs and cats and goldfish and whoever else happens to be listening to this Because when you talk to someone you love it's the best sound you can make For while images fade, these sounds will somehow remain They've become a part of you Ah, if you, if you have enjoyed this recording I wonder if you could do me a very special favour Could you please ring the police, Whitehall 12-12 And say that I'm locked in the EMI recording studios Number three, Abbey Road, NW8 Thank you again for choosing my album Well that's it, I hope I haven't bored you Stay alive, will you? Live, and let live But before I go, I just to want to say something seriously Thank you so much, you're very kind I congratulate you on being a fantastic audience You've been so warm and gracious and responsive and courteous Thank you so much young people, and may God bless you - goodbye