| Blindfold and a rolled cigarette
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| Rhine gold patch Nicorette
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| Words pirouette, triple threat
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| Stance. |
| Whole verse shorthand
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| Rubber stamp wrappers running, ran
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| Christ complex, kiss the whores hand
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| Washed the feet, generation noir plan
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| Rich girl, raw sex
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| Building had a door man
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| Corporate orphan
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| 97' mentality looks haunting like cop conscience
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| No quarter asked, none given
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| Nightstick gun prison
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| Out the tombs Lazarus arisen
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| Cast iron flash in the kitchen
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| Radiator hiss like tea pot
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| Shower when water’s hot
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| With that high power on the block
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| It ain’t over till he molly whopped!
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| Lady of the lake
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| Serenade the snakes
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| Exchange papes just to raise the stakes
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| Retired in numbers let em rest with the greats!
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| (I go by Elucid)
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| Yo
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| Yo I’m signed in
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| Earth sign spin
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| Kind buds for kind men
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| The night was on my mind
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| I’m shinin'
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| Remind me I’m a God
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| Staring at a false facade
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| Where everybody look the part in trendy garb
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| Who’s the true and living?
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| A great revealing
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| Got caught dealing
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| Signs and wonders in a world gone numb
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| Moms praying Lord restore our sons
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| Ring the drum
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| Native tongue, what a world we spun
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| Black as some
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| Hot lung works on its own
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| Outfitted in engineered garments
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| Harsh harmonics — still starving
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| For niggas napping in the armory
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| One eye open, empty an eighth
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| Move accordingly
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| It’s a quarter past chaos
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| Hey yall!
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| But what they say huh?
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| Another layer
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| It’s just some paper
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| If I don’t wake up, sail on before the days gone
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| Try to stay on, old enough
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| Know where it came from
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| Where your balls? |
| Yeah we made yall
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| If I’m a hater cause I’m critical so be it
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| They just talking, I believe it
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| Evenings roaming east of Eden
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| Got my reason, pieces of a man
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| Season what I can from off the land
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| Gun in hand, I’ll be damned
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| As I get illy for my city switchin' gears
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| Peeling corners like the duke
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| Catty proper chandelier
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| They droppin' hammers off the roof
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| I bet their boots was running bare
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| Heard Jelly Donuts on the move
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| Zoom I’m almost in the clear
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| When it all falls |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dust Jackets , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп