| Ain’t given a moment to relax
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| If given a moment I relapse
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| Ain’t gotta problem with hollering shalom when Solomon’s
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| All in the bottom of three texts
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| Gotta know how to follow the pretext
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| All on Apollo no Greek text
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| Got 'em throwing they bodies right off of the bridge
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| With the kids yelling momma now me next
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| Gonna build a tower
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| Now they gonna make us climb it
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| They gonna bill us for ever dull minute of blindness
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| Stating our ills are behind us
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| I’m from the States where we fill up with violence
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| I got a tank I’ma spill in your climate
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| We all afraid to evolve when our faith is involved
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| 'Cause we’d hate to believe we we’re primates
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| But we still beating our chest daily
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| Got that freedom to go beat a man to death on TV
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| Got that eagle in the sky, 'cause the desert never lies
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| But it’s eye is too evil for the breast I see
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| Gotta hand on Janet’s damn it gonna make 'em panic
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| And it’s in a state where they incarcerate at a rate
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| You could state as manic
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| Now they share a border a culture and language
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| But still can’t relate to Hispanics
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| Now I ain’t talking 'bout all of 'em no sir and thank you
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| I say to a hate you can’t manage
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| Now I can escape with my manners
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| But I can’t escape what a man is
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| We made him an animal, showed him a cannon ball
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| You ain’t escaping the manor
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| Now could you relate to the Tanner’s?
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| Or could they have made them more tanner?
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| If you could relate then I’m sorry
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| I know that you’re probably hating my grammar
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| Generations, you still Caitlyn Jenner hatin'
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| You still painting saints against the walls
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| Through men enslaved had made them
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| You design it can’t define it why you blind without a light lit
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| You reliant on a science you can’t wait to blame on Satan
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| You put your hand up on the Bible
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| Then they put the Bible on us
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| Like a tyrant upon us, or a tyrannosaurus
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| Then they say it walked with man and how their science supports it
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| But it’s still the same old hand that’s made to lie and face the chorus
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| Hide the wine replace the cork 'cause
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| They say ain’t no time made for us
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| Why would I go raise a sword when I could write a mighty fortress?
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| And go ride into the story with a cape I made from wool
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| To fight that Tiger in the forest or should I say the Woods
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| You shine a light on who he’s banging, yes, the truth is in the goods
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| Tried to get Nike for the hanging, yes, like shoes in Inglewood
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| They said winning takes care of everything and it’s true and understood
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| 'Cause they let it fall in Bangladesh the roof was made of wood
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| See how I used those three woods in a fairway?
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| (See how I used those three woods in a fairway?)
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| Thought I hit it good but I couldn’t get no airplay
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| (Thought I hit it good but I couldn’t get no airplay)
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| Lost my best balls tryna focus on the green
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| (Lost my best balls tryna focus on the green)
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| Couldn’t see I was headed toward a damn rake
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| (Couldn't see I was headed toward a damn rake)
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| Little humor, little better
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| Got a man so quick and clever
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| Gotta do stand up to get a hand up
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| Making a brand of this guilty pleasure
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| Gotta get a car alarm for my Lambo
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| Gotta get rid of this filthy sweater
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| I need all the awards you can hand over
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| Marlon Brando and Littlefeather
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| Now look back at that award show, no grin, fast pace
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| To when that crook Mack took four of those
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| All wins and a happy face
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| Got a shook after they forced the vote
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| To put that pimp back in that last place
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| And he stood there acting like it’s yours yo
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| But the shit’s still sittin' in his glass case
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| Now who am I to judge? |
| I ain’t a humble man
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| I ain’t a beast neither, more like a gun in hand
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| Call it a peace keeper, I ain’t tryna snub a man
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| 'Cause six shots ain’t enough mother fucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Better (fg. II) , by - AllttA. Song from the album Facing Giants, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп