| Dum-diggy, bump Biggie
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| Til the landlady holler, «Get a haircut, hippie»
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| The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill
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| Breath quelled dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells
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| Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape
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| A single flower through the permafrost
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| Pick himself and learn to walk, in furry pants
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| War paint, circling a duralog
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| Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
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| Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
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| One o’clock prophets in the parking lot at Perkins
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| The perfect politicians 30 clicks outside of Sturgis
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| Doggie bag doctors, military deserters
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| Who still shop surplus and can’t hold jobs
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| I look like I’m wearing a ghillie suit when I’m not
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| Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
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| Might pedal by the police
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| Tuff with two F’s
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| Ah fuck that shit look
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| Can’t tell if I’m a little withdrawn
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| Or dead dog sent to quote/unquote «live on a farm»
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| The coke bottles tint film noir
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| Tripping out the milk bar
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| Poison horchata cup
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| Milf in the Zip Car
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| 6 arms, 6 hand-styles like ships on scrimshaw
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| Part Def Jam part Dischord
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| My wig-picker threw me out of her office
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| Had to cold turkey 'benzos, summer was awesome
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| Onion of 'bensis
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| Summer was awesome
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| Got brats on the grill
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| Wormwood in the cauldron
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| Horse hoof in the dog’s mouth
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| Cholera in the well
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| Make money periodically vomiting on himself
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| I read Nat Geo, craft and crack geodes
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| Lift party hats out of Craft Depot
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| Unleaded liar blood pumped through his neck
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| Came down from the mountain
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| Tuff with 2 F’s
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| TUFF
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| TUFF
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| (What's so funny?
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| You, what are you laughing at?
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| I said what are you laughing at?)
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| Before a player ever met his omega
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| They were effectively reducing his behavior into data
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| With plans to build a dais where the
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| People grow potatoes and cabbage
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| Don’t make him raise the gate between the bettas
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| In a spectacle displaying the nature of strange neighbors
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| I paint caves 'til the rage campaign tapers
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| And show a new crop how he used to moonwalk
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| Out of breath like a 7-day old balloon dog
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| I still hang band posters and buy black-lights
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| Crib decorated like a dorm room at Brandeis
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| Still pretend I’m gonna build another half-pipe
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| Nevermind the Ford-era christening and pants size
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| Man, who could’ve guessed the future of abominable imagery
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| Would also share a birthday with Kenny G? |
| None
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| The 99 cent 2 cents keeps 2 arms folded
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| Tuff with 2 F’s
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| Yeah, let’s do it like that
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| Unh I pay a guy to lean over steepled fingers
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| And convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures
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| The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard
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| For the gone like Gossamer under number 3 clippers
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| Free, forged in various pulp channels
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| Even his prize horse rides a wolf into battle
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| Even his blood and body couldn’t pick him out a line up
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| Or his name off the paper
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| It’s Aes pronounced «Why Us?!»
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| First learned the high art of eyeing a mark
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| Buying nickels for a dime at the park
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| I learn to rhyme in New York
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| I learned to breathe underwater
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| I learned to walk with a ghost
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| Adidas reeking of sulfur
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| A chauffeur cemetery funk
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| When home is a bleeding ulcer
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| Everything you ever stood up for is keeling over
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| Moonset beautifying
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| Cartoon death catfish on the Foreman
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| Tuff with 2 F’s
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TUFF , by - Aesop Rock. Song from the album The Impossible Kid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп