| Knowledge on the court, observin what is all around
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| The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound
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| Hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step
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| Shook to the left, because the brother slept
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| Crept into his ego, so he caught a bad one
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| Switched my next flip, he thought he had some grip
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| But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic
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| I know what it’s like, a dog eat dog world
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| but I’m a carnivore, out on the parquet floor
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| Whether ballin, or callin out a sucker who is lookin for
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| static, me grab it every chance I get
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| One on one I’ll never run and shoot the high off the net
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| This position isn’t switchin, pitchin out a blind pass
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| Hindsight, my mind’s right, time run through the hourglass
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| Serch is my name, the game and my goal
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| 3rd Bass settin soul in the hole
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| Yo man, why don’t you give me the pole man?
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| Why are you freezin me out?
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| Yo man, cause you can’t play, you ain’t got no handle
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| Got your socks up to your knees like Michael Raines
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| Drip liquid, pick up a park pill
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| Enduce a hand over freeform with this skill
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| Spills are spun, a crossover break slice
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| Sugar brother the pavement says
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| Scheamin on suicide to play post I slash
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| First step. |
| I shook ya ass
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| Step to wayside, ain’t no weak side
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| Bassline I’m never givin, on the flipside
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| Grass to a mic like a hand palm rubber
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| Roll off a finger, you’re gum, I rubbed ya Sweep like a Knickerbocker, the 3rd stops ya And after dark, I play the part of boot knocker
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| Twenty-four seven, always out to get some
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| Slap her on the concrete, bleed til the hand’s numb
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| A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole
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| An asphault jungle, soul in the hole
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| Yo man, I got next!
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| Next? |
| You ain’t got next man
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| Yo go over there in the corner, with Michael Raines
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| and take a couple of tokes of the pipes man
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| YouknowhatI’msayin?
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| Point is in effect, callin for a play out
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| Lay out the plan, but your scammin for a way out
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| Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one
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| Tchk! |
| You know the outcome!
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| Point up the joints up, straight up for an uproar soarin
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| then you execute the score, then you fade away
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| This fade has been played
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| Gave the gift swift, you just got self-made
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| Execute performance, the 3rd step upon this
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| Me and Pete, complete, like sex endurance
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| Tip on the rim you reverse and rehearse
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| Coachin but you’re slouchin, you can’t be first
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| You want the rock? |
| But you don’t got the handle
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| I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle
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| Face intense, you’re sellin your soul
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| just for the action of soul in the hole
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| Pavement bounce off metal meets human flesh
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| Slum onside stagnate you got next
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| Each day evident, parks brothers throw down
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| One on one, it boils down to showdown
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| Spins reverb, soothe he goes a rip slip
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| by his larceny, or petty theft
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| Spectators move, lips into motion
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| Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean
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| Water runs, springs and I let it fly
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| Slide a weak side, into vein
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| Try to terminate silk textures, of the fingertips
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| Three bases covered, as I dip
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| deeper into repoitoire, the Minister an innovator
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| Take a sphere and a mic and I’ll step later
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| under lamps of the Serch, cold
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| Shootin lava in the soul in the hole |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soul In The Hole , by - 3rd Bass. Song from the album The Cactus Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп