| Lord help me I feel like the RZA
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| Like this what I get for helping you niggas
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| Before the game start you rig it
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| Right before my part they pulled blickas
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| Niggas predictable, they go left but can’t finish
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| She right there and neighbors in my business
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| Annie Lennox, Al Green penance
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| I’m a black hole, I’m a light bender
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| Water cold I’m a night swimmer
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| One baobab in the desert fire
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| Woods for the peasant pope the king’s pheasant
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| Roast over open coals, no kitchen
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| Piles of cracked chicken bones, the neighbor goat missing
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| Ochre out the throat where the blade kissed him
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| Entrails spilt, there was never a vision
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| There was never nothing in ‘em
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| The sky was indifferent, the ground hold bitter cassava
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| They lie ‘bout the loaves and the fishes
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| But not that road to perdition woooo
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| You ain’t never had it in front of your face
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| Lies told, you don’t know how that cornbread taste
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| Shit old, I ain’t got another hand to waste
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| Big biz, still dicking like I know I ain’t saved
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| Been round the way, in the hood I’m good
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| I’m around the way, walking fade, bittersweet
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| Teaching my kid to throw the peace sign
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| Thumb god double dare green slime
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| Run for it, run for it, come through, big chief, him bad, kung fu
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| Undo, plum fool, I been dumbing out
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| Bet it on the house, wiretapping my style
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| Yeah I been at it for a while
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| Y’all been holding out, then pop up unannounced, pounce
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| I wake to a jet beauty in a weave bonnet
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| Boil blending oil to please our scalp
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| Just a drip of each, I keep moving east
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| Rising up out of reach, unacknowledged and I’m in need
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| Please don’t call me king, no
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| We can’t have all the things
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| Terabyte, gigabyte, niggas bite
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| I heard ass taste better in the summertime, spit or die
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| Thunder in the sky rolling wide
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| Spun a vibe that didn’t feel like
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| You were running for time or from it
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| Fireflies in the jar, poke a hole so I can breathe
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| Steez hard to earn get up off your knee
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| See, I’m not the one to lean on
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| I’ll give you what you need
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| You ain’t never had it in front of your face
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| Lies told, you don’t know how that cornbread taste
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| Shit old, I ain’t got another hand to waste
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| Deep end, still dicking like I know I ain’t saved
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| Been round the way, in the hood I’m good
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| I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good
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| I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good
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| I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good
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| I’m around the way, bittersweet |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitter Cassava, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Shrines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп