| Yeah… Uh
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| Danegurous, Apathy, Diabolic and C-Lance
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| Underworld, Motherfucker
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| Real lyricists up in this bitch
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| SP, Crime Family
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| Let’s go
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| I make paper off Hip Hop, I used to pickpocket for profit
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| Was a pit stop, but now I picks stocks that rocket
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| Give the godz they offering, I ain’t got a lot of options
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| In jail hustling toxin’s or bare knuckle boxing
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| A bear size cracker that paralyze the wacker
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| I terrorize rappers, compare our rhymes after
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| Big difference, big dish, let’s leave 'em with some ribs missing
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| Run up on their kids christening wizard of Wig Splitting
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| Abra Kadabra, turn cadavers into anti-matter
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| Stab you, unravel your abdomen blood plasma splatters
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| Straight bullet shatters plasma screens
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| Loading up the magazine It’s not a nightmare, it’s a savage dream
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| I got bags full of green, you make average cream
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| You’re a passive queen I’m a massive mean radioactive green
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| Hulk that will smash your spleen
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| Spit a paragraph and take a bath in gasoline
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| «Multisyllabus»
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| «Welcome to the next level»
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| «Make a non believer see a miracle»
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| «The question is, can you top that homie?
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| You can probably pull something close but stop that homie»
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| «Fasten your seat belts for take off and landing
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| The game been over, because the lead is too commanding»
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| «You can bring your best but you never match this flow»
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| «We rise above it and they love it»
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| «Makes ya mad, don’t it?»
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| Ripping it up when the beat has begun
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| Danegurous, Ap and Diabolic
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| Ripping it up with the weed in my lung
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| Blaze a bag of fire chronic
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| Vile-vomit-bile living it up cause we are the ones
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| Sticking em up with the heater and run
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| Picking it up and I leave in a rush
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| Hush… As a kid I didn’t listen much
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| Solicited illicit drugs
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| So listen I’m sick as fuck
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| Explicit, I pissed on sluts
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| Sadistic, I’ll slit ya jug
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| Consistent, you a sitting duck
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| I’m gifted with a twisted tongue
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| Never interrupt when gripping on a pistol pump
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| Sipping on a fifth of rum, splitting the biggest thickest dutch
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| With the finest strands filling up my diaphragm
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| Fiddle on the violin killin' a man, I’m Meyer Lan-sky
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| Silent stampede for the fans to see insanity
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| Violent fantasies for your fam to grieve
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| You ain’t a fan of me
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| You are now, demanding me
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| I plan to be branded elite panic and leave
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| Check the spanish speech
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| I’m peligroso plenty loco
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| Semi .44 get ready machete for any local
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| Many so-so so I put 'em in the fetal position
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| The evilest is him get beaten like Gs in the prison
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| You people are tripping like believing that Jesus is Christian
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| Cease a critic shadow people wrecking beats per minute
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| D’s predictions that you’ll speak but you full shit
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| My mutli’s legitimate
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| Study the multisyllabus, Bitch
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| I used to love her, until some dudes abused and fucked her
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| Now I speak a Broken Language
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| I learned from Smoothe Da Hustla
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| Throwing uppercuts till suckers guts ooze and rupture
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| Fighting like I’m Iron Mike, but never lose it to a Buster
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| I’m just too unorthodox for the conformist flock
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| Because I inspire Blacks, Whites, and Puerto Rocs that slaughter cops
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| We need to change
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| Let freedom reign like water drops
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| And tear down the fences they use to keep the borders locked
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| Squeeze a warning shot, homie, we on a daily grind
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| And you rarely find the feeling you get when you hear me rhyme
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| Clearly, I’m the cat who came back to raise the bar
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| When you come with cheap bubblegum shit like packs of trading cards
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| Smack a famous star backwards, jack his favorite car
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| Making Muslims pray to God while the Catholics praise Allah
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| Taking part of something different, give it what’s been missing
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| Sipping rum, getting drunk and pissing on every sucker living |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Multisyllabus , by - DanegurousSong from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп