| I was born in the year of this country’s last recorded lynching
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| My question is who stopped recording?
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| The great deceiver, name names, son of the morning, I’m drawn in
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| Haunt the logical, salute, spook you out your Yeezy Boosts, fuck that
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| How long we gotta wait till karma kick back
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| The same old, same old, the root’s not workin', the root’s not workin'
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| But I’m still here to tell you so
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| Life is for the living
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| I’m the solution, I’m the condition, I’m a symptom, I’m a witness
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| First instance, seeing my soul above my bed hung suspended
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| And I knew I could have left here
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| That’s not a bad thing
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| Slept on the wet wear, they say the hex here
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| Near it by and by, it’s alright
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| There be a certain sensitivity
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| Niggas cast spells everyday B
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| Rip the veil of mystery, wait see, there’s a history
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| Twist the leaf, let the bush talk
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| Flame shaped pitchfork
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| I’m no man of the cloth, when the cannon went off
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| Heaviest cross to carry
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| They say one of the four horsemen was Iraqi
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| The people earn what they deserve
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| You are the beast you worship
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| I rose up on the third, planetary purge
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| Panic prone paralysis, evacuate
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| Raining chaos on your Calculus, name a date
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| I am not astounded, I am not surprised
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| I am not astounded, I am not surprised
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| I am not astounded, I am not surprised
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| I am not astounded, I am not surprised
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| There’s a power in the locks
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| Display the top, the cat piece
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| Still laughing at the fake woke who told me it wasn’t nappy, enough
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| Hand cuffing season is back, cousin
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| Watch out for law lovers and keep ya wrists buttered up
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| And slick, for the sly and the wicked
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| No houses dropped on witches, no blind justice
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| I wonder if Steve pondered the fuss over pet rocks and fidget spinners
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| House niggas still get field dinners, served
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| Ironic like Orenthal James with scurvy
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| That win ain’t got from the presence of rock legends you are not worthy
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| Darwinian pins destroy and rebuild it’s major key
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| So we clearinghouse for the shipping CDs out COD
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| Need a break? |
| Take a knee
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| Need a skank? |
| Break a rib
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| Word to G-O-D
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| Open your leg, set it free
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| I hope your mind don’t find it’s way back before you wise and break free
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| The road less traveled wasn’t graveled for safety
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| So when we move the plans he don’t go tattle to Jakes, please and thanks
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| Cracks start to show, bleakest shadow
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| I’m from the dirt, Roland Garros that’s rich
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| For what it’s worth, gon need both those barrels, kid
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| Nextel chirp, my ancestors
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| You gon' need more than bows and arrows, you dig? |
| That’s my word
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| Can’t say anymore, probably said too much
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| This an open line, they retroactive with stuff
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| But if it was me, I’d probably kill the chief
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| Peace, don’t come cheap
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| Jacob Zuma at the computer still waters run deep
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| The boa blends when he reach for the machine
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| Sleight of hand just to rip the pockets out your jeans
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| Moms like, 'what the hell happened to those dungarees?'
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| …but enough about me
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| Your intro’s too long, you ain’t Ghost and Rae
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| Charly Windgate in jail, you can’t just up and ride that wave
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| It’s like niggas skipped track nine on the purple tape
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| Chris like, 'Woods, you overlookin the fact they got beats for days!'
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| I had to concede, the beats was indeed flames
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| Which only made it more of a shame |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Microdose , by - Quelle Chris. Song from the album Rome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп