Pigeon John - Sleeping Giants lyrics

rate me

(feat. Eligh, The Grouch)

[Intro: talking]

Hey John, I'm glad you came

Uh, listen, um, your CDs aren't selling too well

And uh, we need you to start actually rapping (okay)

Because we signed you as a rapper

We gave you the money (yeah whatever, I'm seriously gonna get those sales)

I don't care, we need you to rap

[Pigeon John]

Well I'm trying not to sing, the same old song

But it's the same old people that all wanna sing along, right?

Now open the doors, open the blinds, let in the sunshine

Find a place to rest, deep in their minds

Cause times are changing

But really not, it's just the same old plot

It's just rearranging

Strange days and strange rays invading

Like Red Dawn, but I'm Judd Nelson invading

And to the worse

See, I don't need a trade and

All of the stress, and the excess is jading

My heart, so I have to get a jump start

So I can really impact the hood, who'd want that?

Now homies keep their hands up

But when they face inner mouths

They gone stand up, and that's real

[Chorus]

We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more

(no matter what is a hit, we up on it)

We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more

(no matter what is a hit, we stand on it)

[Eligh]

Wake up in the morning, and it's the same old song

Trying reinvent, reconstruct, reconnect, with what's gone

In the wind, and my palm, is a pen

And a song, in my head which goes

"Everyone is listening, but nobody knows"

The pain, insane game, keeps push, war games, war paint

Underground, available comment is vomit, on the parcel and rim

Commentary, your body buried, unnecessary

Won't function in a dream

In between the seems, in between my jeans, and my skin lined with jeans

Type a novel in between the lines, for the fiends

Rhyme for the teens, with a fine taste indeed

Spread your seeds in a grassed out world, with a cashed out flow

Probably will need a plow, to deduct my style

Talk a fowl to the waste band, in case I have to take fans

Hostaging the wasteland, constantly deface man

I feel the same

[Chorus]

(Woke up too late) [x4]

[Grouch]

So what if I live in a dream, I'd be doin my thang thang

I wanna sing and continue to slang slang

Head on the desk, cause I'm tired

But in my world, I don't rest, I just go get

I get up, I get out, I get something

I spit at you, sit up, that's my function

I walked in the bar half a man strong

And after I'm gone, I know for song, there'll be armies

But not like Sam's who make harmony

For every picture we take, there's none on our knees

I dream of quantities larger than life

And I ain't never sold nothing larger in life

[Chorus]

Hey man, stay up out of mine

Don't be hovering over my shoulder, trying to tell me what to do

I got my own thing fool, you can't wake me