Slaine - Broken Toys Lyrics
[Slaine:]
Let's get into it, I've heard enough noise
This game I'm in is inundated with all these fuckbois
Bottom feeders and imitators
But I been in a state of graces
Any limit weighting to diving and demonstrating
Cause I been in hibernation
Your face in the menace waiting
An obvious inner sate, this probably a mental patient
Sliding my pen, engraving pain while your pencil's tracing
My inclination is anger, I'm dangerous
And my brain stole the angel dust that will change you
Tangled up in the strangle
Thanks to painkills and tranquils
That dangle me from my ankles
And bang your brain till it's painful
I ain't no saint and no angel
No I just came with the Kangol
A new album and angle
That you can bang in the wrangles
A good feeling to have when they unchain you like Django
Besides how much can one pancreas handle
So I just tuck the stuffing back into my fucking gut
And come strutting back in this bitch
With a couple stitches and buttons
It's holding me back together
Cause I was ditched in the rubbish
With the other broken toys disposed by a vicious public
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real
Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Everything under the sun, this'll been domed
But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world
[Apathy:]
Rappers out my radius
Every blip with the radar so dedicated with cadence
So erratic these rappers would rather scrap with the wrath of this grizzly bear
Than to battle this bastard who back like Lazarus
Spitting the most blasphemous
Speaks with religious passages
Buckle up all my passengers
Going to hell and back in this handbasket
This pack with radioactive hazardous
Hasn't it been a fabulous tour through the Devil's passages
For the pussies passing out, here's some pistols, pass 'em out
Do the world a favor, get your brains to shit the shrapnel out
Smack 'em out, rough 'em up, they prolly hyperventilating
The type to write they devastate the mic like a featherweight
Glass joes, assholes, fronting like they capos
Till they build apartments and find they bodies with back holes
They murder rising rap foes, you fertilize when grass grows
Yours truly, conniticunts and mass holes
[Slaine:]
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real
Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Everything under the sun, this'll been domed
But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world
[Locksmith:]
Let's see I'm tryna keep my patience
And pacing, painting my way out of this tainted grotto
But it ain't just the way you rap, it's your basic model
I model and mode it, my style is of older omens
I open some open letter for those endeavors
But I won't forget the
Malcolms and Martins, the Marcus Garvey's
The marching hall on the month full of autumn
All the arbitrary kids in front of that brownstone
Everyone now Jazz musician
An artist who arguably wouldn't pop today
Cause nowadays it's all about commercial cadences
Clout chasing the case and chase that cheven is pray up
In crystal lake, your pistols fake, everything you spit is baked
The lure in your listeners listening, as I stitch the brake
Inside the soldier fabric, the fabrications
The aggregations of algorithms
Purchase with cold cash, blatant
Basically you been boring me half to death
You could pay for your popularity but never my respect
[Slaine:]
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real
Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Everything under the sun, this'll been domed
But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Slaine - Something To Believe In
- Slaine - Come Back Down
- Slaine - Zip Zero
- Slaine - Our Moment
- Slaine - Defiance
- Slaine - To The Light
- Slaine - Gettin' High
- Slaine - Intro
- Slaine - Slaine Is Dead
- Slaine - Nobody Prays For Me
- Slaine - Pusher
- Slaine - Just The Way You Are
- Slaine - Knocked Down
- Slaine - The Most Dangerous Drug In The World
- Slaine - Children Of The Revolution
- Slaine - Hip Hop Dummy
- Slaine - Back Where I'm From
- Slaine - The Fuckery Hotel
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Slaine Broken Toys Comments
SLAIN AND AP! Baby!!!!
The beat gives me ‘Like toy soldiers’ vibes, is that the Broken Toys reference?
AP went in as usual! 3dope artists!!!
Lock the goat
Apathy!!!!
[Verse 1: Slaine]
Let's get into it, I've heard enough noise
This game I'm in is inundated with all these fuckbois
Bottom feeders and imitators
But I been in a state of graces
Innovative, creative, disintegrated and destroy
Any limit weighting to diving and demonstrating
Cause I been in hibernation
Your face in the menace waiting
An obvious inner sate, this probably a mental patient
Sliding my pen, engraving pain while your pencil's tracing
My inclination is anger, I'm dangerous
And my brain stole the angel dust that will change you
Tangled up in the strangle
Thanks to painkills and tranquils
That dangle me from my ankles
They mangle, handcuff, and hang you
And bang your brain till it's painful
I ain't no saint and no angel
No I just came with the Kangol
A new album and angle
That you can bang in the wrangles
A good feeling to have when they unchain you like Django
Besides how much can one pancreas handle
So I just tuck the stuffing back into my fucking gut
And come strutting back in this bitch
With a couple stitches and buttons
It's holding me back together
Cause I was ditched in the rubbish
With the other broken toys disposed by a vicious public
(Hook)
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real
Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative
Around and round we go, back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales
Everything under the sun, it's all been done
But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Rappers out my radius
Every blip with the radar so dedicated with cadence
So erratic these rappers would rather scrap with the wrath of this grizzly bear
Than to battle this bastard who back like Lazarus
Spitting the most blasphemous
Speaks with religious passages
Buckle up all my passengers
Going to hell and back in this handbasket
This pack with radioactive hazardous
Hasn't it been a fabulous tour through the Devil's passages
For the pussies passing out, here's some pistols, pass 'em out
Do the world a favor, get your brains to shit the shrapnel out
Smack 'em out, rough 'em up, they prolly hyperventilating
The type to write they devastate the mic like a featherweight
Glass joes, assholes, fronting like they capos
Till they build apartments and find they bodies with back holes
They murder rising rap foes, you fertilize when grass grows
Yours truly, conniticunts and mass holes
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Locksmith]
Let's see I'm tryna keep my patience
And pacing, painting my way out of this tainted grotto
But it ain't just the way you rap, it's your basic model
I model and mode it, my style is of older omens
I open some open letter for those endeavors
But I won't forget the
Malcolms and Martins, the Marcus Garvey's
The marching hall on the month full of autumn
All the arbitrary kids in front of that brownstone
Everyone now Jazz musician
An artist who arguably wouldn't pop today
Cause nowadays it's all about commercial cadences
Clout chasing the case and chase that cheven is pray up
In crystal lake, your pistols fake, everything you spit is baked
The lure in your listeners listening, as I stitch the brake
Inside the soldier fabric, the fabrications
The aggregations of algorithms
Purchase with cold cash, blatant
Basically you been boring me half to death
You could pay for your popularity but never my respect
This goes 💪🏻 Beast 👊🏻
Goiddamn! You're my favorite.
Нихуясе просто разрыв головы,со школьных времён тащусь, спасибо за этот один из самых годных альбомов этого года.мечтаю побывать на твоём концерте и увидеть это в живую, добра
321 remember that ha
Such a banger apathy’s verse was pretty sick he rode the beat so good straight from the begging
Good to finally get a new slaine album to bump!
If there is really a Santa Claus apathy and celph titled will drop a new album before Xmas!
AP is crazy
kangal, the wolf killer?
Kangol hat, probably a throw back to the 80s crack era
It's not fair when Ap jumps on a track! Slaine is a true og and this album is bonkers.
One of the best tracks ive heard in a while
SLAINE IS NOT DEAD 💀 HEs ONLY JUST BEGUN 🔥🔥🔥
Locksmith!
3 beast that are way too underated. That album is fire who said slaine is dead? 🔥
Actually......slaine did
@YanTheGameWolf VR
This is funny and confusing at first
@ThePark 627 hahaha
Ap ripped that verse tho! Slaine went heavy i like that
Boston’s king 👑
Not Brady?
boston KING rap ! ! !
POZDRO !
Boston and 'the big 33' , can't deny the Irish pride in me, keep killing those tracks brother, peace yo
Most slept on talent I can't tell you how excited I am
First comment on this BANGER