| They are who we thought they were
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| Fool me once no shame they done got over on me
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| Everything and more we thought it might be (let them off the hook)
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| Foreclosed and
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| GMO Cornrows and lab coats
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| Crack smoke
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| Hustling backwards in a high castle
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| Belly laugh, slide tackle
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| A real side splitter
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| Thin lipped
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| Crazy bald head wizard
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| World dominate
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| Triangulate the trade route
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| Just to get schematics
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| Insidious civilians
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| Colonial catastrophe
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| Stretch across the planet poking holes
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| Gold and all you feast in famine
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| Evil overlords with human manners
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| Exaggerate savage off camera
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| Diaspora, north american wilderness is where i landed bruh
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| Most never made it across the Atlantic
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| Gunpowder in all you slathered
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| Sold, so what’s the damage
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| Still driving
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| Two twenty pound hammers one in each hand
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| Steam driven
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| Any nigga machine with him
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| For the cream simple
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| Back-breaker exploited labor
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| Imaginary pension paper
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| Fruitless apologies
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| Everything and more we thought it might be (let them off the hook)
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| They are who we thought they were
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| Fool me once no shame they done got over on me
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| Everything and more we thought it might be (let them off the hook)
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| Took em off the map like Rhodesia
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| Vengeance is mine, Frankenstein’s creature
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| Gold keeper
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| She don’t want to be saved Harriet Beecher
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| Uncle Tom’s condo reek of reefer
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| Laurel wreath on Ceaser
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| One phone call my dumb ass call Lakeisha
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| Dr Livingstone i presume, pleased to meet ya
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| Old habits die hard still check the beeper
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| The streets reduce your mans to panhandlers
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| He looked away I stammered
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| But for god’s grace
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| Reach for waist when slandered
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| Tall hammer
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| Straight 'bama
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| Raise black banner
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| Talk mad reckless flash tools for the camera
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| Worldstar, mesopotamia
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| North Africa hot like uranium
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| Fist of the north star cranium
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| Manicured saudi arabia
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| Aerys Targaryen
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| Everything and more we thought it might be (let them off the hook)
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| They are who we thought they were
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| Fool me once no shame they done got over on me
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| Everything and more we thought it might be (let them off the hook)
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| «If you wanna crown em, then crown their ass!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CRWNS , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп