| Give me a little, little, little more volume on the vocals
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| Mic check, mic check one two
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| This is it right here Wave, this is it
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| Thank you for tuning in, hope y’all enjoyed yourself
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| Long Term
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| Motherfucker this is Long Term, let me explain to you niggas
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| I’m here for the long haul
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| I’m fly as Curtis Pilot, you ever saw part of my Carson
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| Joggin' if y’all lost, but I been dedicated since back then
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| Started out with the double-time rhyme scheme I got from Twista
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| I couldn’t quite convince the public, I was the one that’ll put us up on the map
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| Throwin' away raps in a trash can
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| Fillin' my notebook up with my quotes, but the doors didn’t open up
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| So I slowed it up
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| Found my niche, got my bars up
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| Black Planet freestyle chattin', get your guards up
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| Boys in Black had me hip to punchlines and all that
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| Came back with some hard stuff
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| What I was like, sixteen I think?
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| Killin' 'em, box sealin' 'em, like the rooftop
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| Not quite a god emcee, more like Jay Reed, give me the oowop
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| I don’t care who drop
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| Still found room for development
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| Before MySpace views were so relevant
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| Hey Soul, you ever think of sellin' it?
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| What? |
| Your soul! |
| Heavens no
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| Unless it cost that at Heaven’s door
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| I pave my own way, no steppin' stones
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| My first break was playin' songs for Tory Crow
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| The judge looked out, we even shot a video
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| Shout-out my man June, can’t forget my nigga Bones with the bangers
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| It’s all love over here player
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| Before MP3 players could play us
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| I had a five-star tablet full of classics
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| At a time where every rapper was a gangsta or somethin'
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| Sort of became cliche some thought
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| From the suburbs where we do dirt and hope we never get caught
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| Hittin' a lie, why would I lie?
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| I’ve been watching you, to whomever this may concern
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| I can see your grind, what you got is well deserved
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| You gotta get up, get out, and get it, you can’t always wait your turn
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| And it may not happen tomorrow, you gotta think long term
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| I told myself like back in '05 I give this rap shit two years
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| But I’m still here
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| I’ve fallen in love with this hip-hop thing
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| Our relationship is real rare
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| The problem with a lot of newcomers is sad, but understood
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| I’m tryin' to make a great song, they tryin' to make it out the hood
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| I’m tryin' to be honored with the Pacs and Biggies
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| And they tryin' to see face on TV like, «Momma, see me?»
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| But it’s a whole lot easier now
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| The Internet’ll let the world play your media now
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| Your girlfriend cousin got a mixtape comin' out
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| And he got a beat you leased, but the producer is out of reach
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| This kid asked me how to make a name for himself
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| I told him I’m still tryin' to find a lane for myself
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| I could’ve lied to him and sold him a bunch of BS
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| But this is where the letter ends, before I go, P. S
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| What is long term?
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| Long term is everlasting, long term is the thought of a future reference
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| Long term is everlasting, long term is the thought of a future reference
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| What is long term?
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| Long term is everlasting, long term is the thought of a future reference
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| Long term is everlasting |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Long Term (feat. Lori Writes) , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп