Rome - Looptroop Rockers

The city never sleeps, cause everybody’s sniffing coke

Entertainment’s slipping up and down on the strippers pole

The city’s far from cheap, so get the fuck out if you’re broke

They ain’t fighting poverty, they declared a war on the poor

And, who’s coming out up on top, you reckon

When gentrification’s such a powerful weapon

Get the steppin ghettos burning the hours are ticking away

24 a day, a hundred lives a second

They got people competitive, running the race

I see the people afraid to live, what a disgrace

They put a literal or figurative gun in your face

When singing something gotta give, need more money to waste

They cock, load, aim it steadily

Rock, roll the game is deadly

Somebody please tell the world, the race is lost all ready

Put it in reverse and break north already

When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans

Ain’t no love man I’m through with the romance

See the blood on my hands and my shoulders

Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded

Many roam they have no homes

The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds

When in Rome, we bun down Rome

Signed and sealed the devious G’s

When in Rome, bun down Rome

My nose i numb in vice city

We hungry for more pretty, little

Fun, with her titties out

Some of us figured out

Who wants an inconvenient truth

We’re you can get a Cadillac coup

A six pack on the stoop a highspeed

Connection and a white line fever

Sneaker collection, look at my Adidas

We don’t worry much, man, we like that reefer

Don’t matter much if our lives is dictated by Ceasar

I got the game on a big screen

Accompanied by Jack or Jim Bean

Unless I finish up my sixteen

You call it ignorant, I call it distracted

Yeah, put out my cigarette and throw out the ashes

Hate that I learned to love this sickness, since I was born

That’s what my teacher called the Stockholm Syndrome

But I’m addicted, and I’m heading out the door

Man, you get the picture, can’t stand being bored

I want more, I want more

Let’s go, now

When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans

Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance

See the blood on my hand and my shoulders

Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded

Men in Rome, don’t have no homes

The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds

When in Rome, we bun down Rome

Sign and sealed the devious G’s

When in Rome, bun down Rome

A symphony of cars keep playing their horns

To accompany the never ending roar outside my door

Where the long arm of the law

Banging its drumsticks the young kids are in an uproar

Ha, now, that’s the rhythm of the inner city

Gun shot a loud, scream another victim of no pity

And we can split the profit fifty-fifty

Ain’t no way to go against the flow, it’s better getting with it

But the artories is congested in Metropolis

We’re the zombie’s peeking out through the cracks in their sarcophagus

And corporate vandals invade public space

If you want to contribute, better cover your face

Cause they got you on camera, but no one care any more

We gotta give them our rights to fight this unholy war on terror

So we all hummin along

That of key melody that familiar song

Like.

When in Rome, we don’t do as the romans

Ain’t no love, and I’m through with the romance

See the blood on my hand and my shoulders

Can’t stop now, I’m reloaded

Men in Rome, don’t have no homes

The beat is pure evil, for our evillous deeds

When in Rome, we bun down Rome

Sign and sealed the devious G’s