| Wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried, I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Ya wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Taste the fury of the black fist
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| Truely givin' bars like the jury do the black kids
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| This ain’t a game boys, purely for the practice
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| I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic
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| They love to bring a nigga up then blast him
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| Blind him with the plastics, and pictures of the crash hit
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| Put him in the past, he looks as them in a casket
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| I won’t be a stat, consequences of your actions
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| Attackin', Im a fallen angel, my decent is from the heavens
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| My ___? |
| is ___?, then the blood is ever reverence
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| The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits
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| ___? |
| words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence
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| But I’m no Messiah, I was hired by the most high
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| To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods
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| Destroy empires through the wire while you’re ___?
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| Cause I’m not a writer, I’m a choir filled with coke lies
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| Ya wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Ya wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Ya wishin' for my downfall
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Bars are ___?, stars are ending, this Armageddon
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| Songs are gettin' blown, call my squad, it’s ___?
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| I spark attention cause I’m smart and darts ___?
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| I’m from the ___?, when I talk it must be condescending
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| This ain’t for stardom, this for starving bellies
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| How many artists jelly? |
| Probly many
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| I’m laughin' at the videos, I call ___?
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| Le-let's get this party started, where my bottle of Henny?
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| Collision course, I’ll blow you all away
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| But with precision, hear my targets for ___?
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| My penmenship is sharper than your barber’s blade
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| They couldn’t catch the ___? |
| so they caught a fade
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| I couldn’t catch my temper so a caught a case
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| They couldn’t catch me slipin' so I got away
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| To the old heads thet be sayin' that we all the same
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| Don’t try to sign me man, I probly know your daughter’s name
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| Almost there, I’m getting closer, see the grind approaching
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| You’re looking hopeless, cause I’m so big that I’m outta focus
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| The game explosive, grab my shoulders, I’m bout to blow shit
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| Catch a free ride on the motion like a stolen Opus
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| Yeah, wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw
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| Ya wishin' for my downfall
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| Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo
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| I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though
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| Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Landing feat. Wasiu , by - Apashe. Song from the album Copter Boy, in the genre Танцевальная музыка