| The more I look around the more it hurts
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| My livelihook is poisoned my works
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| Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
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| With a foreign face and
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| Tongue and
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| Slightly
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| Twisted view of this time and space
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| Space cadet Ace
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| Reporting from base
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| The water hasn’t a taste
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| The time and the place
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| The paper, the chase the race
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| Again
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| Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
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| Retro-bution solution
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| My people are poor community war
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| What’s the rivalry for?
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| The poor can’t afford
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| Self genocide
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| Help 'em aside
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| He’s on your side of the fight
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| Yep, but unfortunatley
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| Unproportionately out of order
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| We have Kaos
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| Kaos to order they’re closing the border
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| It’s a flip of the quarter
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| For the players, existing in this game
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| I’m sensing a change
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| That all will come to pass
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| Then a movement of the mass
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| But who am I to tell on who will prevail
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| And who’s fail and who in the hell
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| Are you going to tell?
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| You’re new to the trail
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| Your doomed to sail
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| Away
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| Keep watching your backs
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| And cover your tracks
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| Get up on the facts and relax
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| And as the dust settles another one bites
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| He fights but he lost his life device
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| He’s iced my advice
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| Don’t play unless you plan to pay the price
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| Hook
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| The more I look around the more it hurts (x5)
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| I quiety go berserk when I work
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| Hoping to find that part of my mind
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| That’s mostly confine and blind
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| Yes pure and refined
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| Untampered with time
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| Subliminal sublime
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| The criminal’s crime
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| I reach and climb
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| I keep it refined I speak and I grind
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| Away
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| Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
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| get up on the facts and relax
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| And as the dust settles another one bites
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| He fights but he lost his life device
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| He’s iced my advice
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| Don’t play unless you plan to pay the price
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| Hook
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| We all hurt sometimes. |
| Don’t we?
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| We all get hurt sometimes. |
| Don’t we?
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| We all laugh sometimes. |
| Don’t we?
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| We often pass the time. |
| Don’t we?
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| We all get mad sometimes. |
| Don’t we?
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| We all can flash at times. |
| Can’t we?
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| Have some piece of mind?
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| Don’t we need to seize the time? |
| Don’t we?
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| Life is FUCKED up But it can be Some people just lucked up Because they can see
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| The shit is chaotic in disguise
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| Guns and narcotics for or demise
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| And don’t forget the lies
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| They pump you with
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| I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
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| Just a hop, skip, and jump
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| Away from a rock hit and a drunk
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| No loitering here
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| Aye y’all can’t hang out after dark here
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| Excuse me sir but you can’t park here!
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| I mean tell your dogs that they can’t bark here
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| I mean the world is moving baby
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| But you gotta just Hold on But Sometimes you can’t just hold on You gotta just let it go Let, let, let, let, let it go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hurt , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album A Book of Human Language, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп