| Kick your game, spit your flow
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| Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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| Kick your game, spit your flow
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| Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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| Kick your game, spit your flow
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| Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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| Kick your game, spit your flow
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| Can’t fuck with this Top Dawg shit though
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| Wish I could see out Haile Selassie' eye
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| Maybe my sovereignty would still be mine
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| If all the gangs in the world unified
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| We’d stand a chance against the military tonight
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| I said we’d stand a chance against the military tonight
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| I said we’d stand a chance against the military tonight
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| Babylon, Babylon
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| At my window all I see is Babylon
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| On the news all I see is Babylon
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| And all niggas do is just babble on
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| Money and hoes, want money and hoes
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| If I sold dope, I’d have plenty of flows
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| I was from the projects like Jay Rock
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| I woulda more than likely slang rocks
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| All my life I done been around Crips and Bloods
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| Pimps and thugs — just to name a few
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| I do drugs, Mama say it’s in my blood
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| But she don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
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| To creep through the back door, the typical black boy in the good old U-S-A
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| Before I pushed rhymes like weight, I used to wanna play for the NBA
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| Fuck I’m doing talking bout pineal gland
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| Ancient ways it’s Sumerian
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| Ain’t nothing wrong with a righteous man
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| This why I had to write this man
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| For my niggas on the corner
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| Selling water to somebody’s daughter
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| Fluctuating prices man
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| I ain’t got no gavel
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| I ain’t tryna fight nobody battle
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| I-I just wanna be free
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| I ain’t tryna be nobodies chattel
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| Extra pills, Extra pills
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| Them AK Clips they extra peel
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| Smoking on some of that extra kill
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| Purple Urkel, that Jaleel
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| I put that on errythang
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| If we could link up erry gang
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| And niggas is willing to bear the pain
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| We’d put the White House lights out today
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| Okay-kay-kay
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| We guarded like we the black KKK
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| Don’t forget my AK-a Mayday
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| Pee on your P-H-D or your AA
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| Dear Barack
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| I know you just a puppet but I’m giving you props
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| You lying to the public like it ain’t nothing
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| And I just love it, I hope it don’t stop
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| I don’t give a damn, nigga bang that block
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| I don’t give a fuck, nigga bang that Glock
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| I seen an image of Hitler in the picture
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| When the twin towers dropped
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| Peep the concept
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| You’ve got progress, you’ve got congress
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| We protest in hopes they confess
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| Just proceed on your conquest
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| I ain’t got no gavel
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| I ain’t finna fight nobody battle
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| I just wanna be free
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| I ain’t finna be nobodies chattel
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| Extra pills, extra pills
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| Nose 'Candy Rain' like Soul for Real
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| My baby need some enfamil
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| So bask in stuff like Oprah green
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| Pull around, come back, oh forreal?
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| Talk blue off low for some teal
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| Get lined up like homeless meals
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| Filling, if I know how being homeless feels?
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| Okay-kay-kay
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| Don’t try to stop it, get in my way
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| You’ll get stomped like a Broadway play
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| AK-melee, make her obey, okay?
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| Feel my pain, going insane, I’m ashamed
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| Cause I ain’t got shit but an EBT card from a fiend
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| That owe me and it’s in her daughter name
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| How the fuck is they pose to eat?
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| How the fuck am I pose to eat?
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| Got a nigga in the streets, no health care
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| Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet
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| So fuck you, you don’t give a fuck about me
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| Can’t get a job cause they drug test me
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| Got a nigga stressed oppressed
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| Got a feeling in his chest
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| And the world’s stripped of happiness
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| I ain’t got no gavel
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| I ain’t tryna fight nobody battle
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| I just wanna be free
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| I ain’t finna be nobodies chattel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Terrorist Threats (feat. Danny Brown & Jhene Aiko), artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Control System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп