paroles de chanson Fever - Looptroop Rockers feat. Freestyle

I try to deal on an emotional level
This is real hard, it feels, the shit is hard, like
Expressing your feelings, feeling's is a bitch

You give me fever, you give me cold sweat
Walking down the street, people see me as a threat
See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents
Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance

When my adrenaline's pumping like baseline played by Robbie
Feel like cops want to mug me, and cats want to rob me
Ho-he, I don't know, I'm paranoia personified
I try to stay on point, but it seems so bonafide
Yo, I try and wipe the sweat on my forehead again
Some day I know this shit will end, but I don't know exactly when
Until then I just depend on my friends
Sometimes I feel like a newborn child, ready for world entrance
My sense is playing hide and seek for hours
Doing yoga in the shower, just to gather my body powers
But still my strength and my faith is fading
Cause in written times, when days pass without consideration
Defacing public buildings, for some kind of healing
Cause I ain't the greatest one, when it comes to handling feelings
Couldn't even tell my girl I wanted her
Now my fever's reaching up the top notch on the thermometer

Whenever lustful for the flesh, I embrace success
Massage the back of my carrier, to relieve my stress
I grab the mic, and release, I'm asking this beyond belief
On my belief, I excommunicate myself from life's beef
And pork is hogging up my arteries, it bothers me now
I'm miss the depth of all this pondering, I'm wondering how
Do I survive, am I alive, or is this all a dream scape
I hope it is, I need to escape, this common landscape
I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination
Simplify sophistication, it needs two complications
It takes deeps concentration, in this situation
Free consultation, within this lying compilation
Daily meditation, prescribed medication
Recommended by doctors and hospitals, throughout the nation
Courtesy the arsonist and LoopTroop, all of the achievers
And relievers of the fever, changing victims to believers

S, S, S, P my landlord disses me
Cold radiators and no hot water pisses me off
Not to mention the stench of garbage
In the stairway, leaking into my apartment
Scratch that rule, 271, second floor
Somebody caught the death threat in my door
Now you know where I stay at, knock, knock, who that
"Open up, it's the police", get off my doormat
"Fuck cops", they follow my lead like buckshots
Want my ass to pose for polaroid mugshots
And I ain't did jack shit
At least nothing they can prove, plus I pay my taxes
Mad stress, bad breath, no student loans
This semester, see you sensei, kid, you're on your own
Not one krone, but yo, I got a microphone
Maybe I can make this hot and get a beat on the telephone
I feel alone, a feverish heat
"Hey, it's way past midnight", I know, I need a beat
I can't sleep, this rhyming shit haunts me
Should I sign this contract or not, nobody points me
In the right direction, yo, what's right, what's gonna be left
For me in a deal, is it fair or pure theft
I feel like I'm gonna burst
What the fuck, I can't even express myself without a curse
Why do I even use this foreign language
I don't speak English with the ones I hang with
"Men att flowa på svenska är jävligt svårt
För det är alldeles för enkelt, och inte många förstår"
And I want to reach heads all over
EmBee, I'm coming down to Gothenburg in October
Stay til November, drop a LP around December
A classic, for hiphoppers to remember

You give me fever