| You ain’t a down south gangster
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| You a house painter
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| Flower arranger
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| I’m all about danger when I speak
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| Your brain is weak, that’s the rhyme
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| Next in line, I bless the mind every time
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| I rhyme, I’m Mike Brady every time I hit the scene
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| Cos I got sixteens look the women in cleans?
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| You ain’t whippin' in X-5, you only test drive
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| Claiming you get by you working at Best Buys
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| Driving a Benz the last time you was a player
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| You were driving to the hole, claiming you rhyme stayer
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| Now I’m a rhyme sayer Padawan play your part
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| My style’s razor sharp like Kamino sabre darts
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| No birth stone my birth’s called Air and Land
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| Hell and high water start preparing man
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| You funny style rap cats challenging my team
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| It’s obscene like wearing Yankee shirts in the Bean
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| Know know know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I start form on the mic, mic blows
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| Know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I rhyme sign the unsigned Emcee’s get done
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| When Beyonder drops beat like this it makes your head rock
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| Type-a hype shit that makes fiends forget their crack spot
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| Your snatch box looks more like a scratch box
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| You say you beat the police before cops
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| We cop live shit before rocking the low flags
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| You wanna L.V. |
| why ya buy you a coach bag
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| I know Ameeda? |
| lent you sounds and tic tacs
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| She told me that you was the cat that made her hate sex
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| Take a deep breath It’s Beyonder and ES
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| Step up in the club now suckers are speechless
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| Talk slick catch a fist where your face be
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| I shop Louie V while you’re working at Macey’s
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| This is Rock Sperry cops and Glocks hurry
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| When its hot cats swallow cracks in their tummy
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| When you visit you better be dressing Plummy?
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| I rep never had something taken from me
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| Know know know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I start form on the mic, mic blows
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| Know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I rhyme sign the unsigned Emcee’s get done
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| In every borough we spit the most thorough-ist shit
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| 7L, ES, Beyonder we come equipped
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| With the raps like a shotty, put a hole up in your body
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| Painful like a twisted ankle in a wally
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| Dangerous Connection, it’s all you need to know
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| You on a need to know on styles and heater flow
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| When we touch mics we leave you with a leaky dome
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| Stoppin' us is like tryin' to block knives with a sheet of foam
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| We’re well known so if your record wanna feature us
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| Cough up that dough like you’re choking on some pizza crust
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| Care to re-discuss just remember that the streets are rough
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| And dangerous we need to bust, beat you up and spray the bus
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| Its 6 and get your brains fixed
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| Or we’ll put you through the wringer like Neo with the Matrix
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| And that’s it, can’t spit all these raps sick
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| Esoteric, Beyonder dissing, walking with their strapped shit
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| Know know know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I start form on the mic, mic blows
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| Know what I mean
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| I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
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| Know what I mean
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| When I rhyme sign the unsigned Emcee’s get done |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I Mean, artist - 7L & Esoteric. Album song Dangerous Connection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп