| You are now tuned in
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| Now just rock wit' me, now just rock wit' me
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| Yo
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| Bare witness, the power of light exponent
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| Locate a beat exert mass of physique and explode it
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| Rearranging the letters for telekinetic focus
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| The crocodile bungee escape a game of goldfish
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| When it comes to the magnified rhythm we got you open
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| Precise is apparent and made it too thermal, you smokin'
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| Trying to figure out how we maneuver, you lack motion
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| Falling as short as Street Fighter Dan Hibiki’s hadouken
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| When all our pens are strokin' our verses act out as locum
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| Substitute the shadow box and the similes for the dope shit
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| Severed out for metaphorical storytelling technotion of the classical, done it
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| I bet you can’t tell who’s the coax
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| Synchronized with the written
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| We sorta act our components
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| Heat 'em up like artichoke and show 'em the art of token
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| With L.A.Z in the over-office
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| Prone-position clonin'
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| Stream love out to you at home
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| And T-minus until we blow 'em
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| Yeah, it’s CSF
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| Four niggas We comin' from the D and we be runnin' this
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| Go run and tell your momma, daddy, sister, brother
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| I’ma bring the real shit back with E-fav, L.A.Z and Noveliss
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| The mass spitter, Jack the Ripper
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| Rippin' tracks into fragments
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| Detroit, Hip Hop’s version of Nazareth
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| Home of the saviours bringin' the flavour, annihilators
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| Life savers floatation device frap drowns into Hiatus
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| Mass hysteria, bring the Folgers to your area
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| Wake up and smell the grace
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| While I put this beat in a coffin and have it tossin' in its grave
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| I be rhyming to death
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| The parr bearer, barbaria
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| Put up your lighters for the undertaken
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| Hitting your favorite rapper with a pile driver
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| Tombstones count 'em out
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| Audio arson, one of the hardest
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| My attire is Trayvon Martin, don’t get me started
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| Got invited to a missile fight
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| Came in with a broken sword and a bottle of cologne smellin' like Agent Orange
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| This chemical warfare, uh rappers in the air
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| Be that, Hannibal Lect dialect, sharpen my vocabulary
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| Words are weapons, unsheathe them, swing 'em I’m slicing capillaries
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| Everything colossal, the underground apostle
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| Being a role model, ain’t rappin' 'bout popping bottles
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| Yeah, it’s CSF
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| Four niggas We comin' from the D and we be runnin' this
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| Go run and tell your momma, daddy, sister, brother
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| I’ma bring the real shit back with E-fav, L.A.Z and Noveliss |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Playin , by - Clear Soul Forces. Song from the album Gold PP7s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп