CeeLo Green – Scrap Metal ft Big Rube & G-Rock

Skilled American Music sensation, CeeLo Green join forces with Big Rube & G-Rock to create this amazing jam titled “Scrap Metal”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 12 on his top charting album project called “Cee-Lo Green… Is the Soul Machine” was officially released on 2 March 2004.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

It’s the real…

Hip hop… hey…

As I lay motionless

Wondering why we so emotionally emotionless (scrap metal)

My focus is not to be the brunt of the joke in this (scrap metal)

Still played so I’m still a toy

You still afraid so I’m still a boy (something for you haters)

But as my soul this (something for you haters)

Seen many-a solstices and plenty-a equinoxes

Some if any think we equal not cause God does, but cause laws force them

But what are laws if you don’t enforce them?

Unless you get it on tape

It’s more suspense and mystery than a Presidio tape

Investigation more cartoon than a kid video tape

It’s civil liberties rape, in Statue of Liberty shape

The American offense make you watch for the headfake

Well down with Sam I ain’t

Three seconds in this paint will make any outside shooter faint

Wait for you to blink

So when you wake up and can’t wake up, you know exactly who to thank

Oh yes I’m sure, yes I’m sure

I don’t care anymore

Anything, anywhere, anytime, any place

Let’s do this shit and get it over with

I’ll run a boxcutter ‘cross your face

I got niggaz here, I got niggaz there

Ready to get down if I make the call

I don’t give a fuck if your problem is big or small

Almost anyday I could say fuck it all – fuck it all!

Having dealings with skill

My skill, never have to kill

Fuck dead ’em in your grill

Yeah fuck nigga for real

With a posse a-standing along

Me and my nina raw chrome

Bucking straight at your dome

Ain’t stoppin till the bullets gone

On that bull, cross no killa

Lay no shit round no steala

Stop touchin, my nigga I’ll kill ya

And Jesus can’t even hear ya

+Thrill+ ya, like Michael Jackson

Acting when the time for action

Shell gun click out my back and

Cee-Lo he strapped with a Mac-10

Something for you haters… (and imitators)

Something for you haters… (and purpetrators)

It’s the real… hip hop… hey…

Something for you haters… (any imitators)

Something for you haters… (and purpetrators)

It’s the real… hip hop… hey…

See my words would be believeable, believeable but brief

I would even show you my teeth

You wouldn’t even know that you had any beef

But actually I’m angry about it and I haven’t had any sleep

Because of one little disrespect, it ultimately do the domino effect

Boy don’t you know that I could sit with my back to you

and still have my gat to you, so natural

Close my eyes and breathe in, do that to you

And as far as anyone that’s after you heh

The same goes for anyone that run up in your name

I hate ya…

From the feet, the beat, the gat on the seat

And that shouldn’t surprise you, oh I’ve sold some pies to

Each any every stone, since I’m obviously on

Says fifty to six-five thousand’s been blown

I am something to see, yet I’m nothing to touch

I’ll kill ya bout nothing, cause nothing’s too much

I’ll put the barrel to your baby momma belly and squeeze off two

So the world won’t have to deal with another fuck nigga like you

I hate ya…

Something for you haters… (and imitators)

Something for you haters… (and purpetrators)

It’s the real… hey…

Something for you haters… (and imitators)

Something for you haters… (and purpetrators)

It’s the real… hey… REVENGE!