| Got fireworks going on outside
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| Roaming candle to the face
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| Home is a place inside myself, not a physical domicile
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| Love, hate, indifference, in this space we all float around
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| China doll crystalline, financiers and cappuccino raw cinnamon
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| Lines drawn I fill em in
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| Illin since Rubin and Simmons splitting Sicilians
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| Unlikely affiliates lemme tell you how it really is
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| Living off experience
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| Closet reptilian bitches be my Achilles
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| Earth girls easy though mostly inferior
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| Turning brilliant corners, pitching quarters
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| Put ya money on it
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| I break em down in installments
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| Periodicals and volumes hoarded
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| My footsteps haunted
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| Dead mans ballys I’m sporting
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| Flawless
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| Georgia red clay complected/Crossroads
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| Gatekeeper posted at the intersection
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| Coined flows to keep it interesting
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| My pen arresting
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| Apex predator sole profession
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| They vexed
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| Stunted developments
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| 20 year cycles
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| Raw deal no embellishment
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| Im a young old nigga tryna remain relevant
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| Core elements
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| Chalk it up to my heritage
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| They stare incredulous
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| Tryna Get the scoop like pelicans
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| You j.v. |
| niggas better off Pouring beverages
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| Kick my feet up ‘fore im settled in
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| Pump tapes out the trunk
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| Too short
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| The product sell itself like Newport
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| Or Al Sharp/Thats New York
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| The soup shark
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| Dumplings pork
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| Mott street noodles out the mouth when I talk
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| Last call, she poured mine on the house
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| December 25th, he’s the Grinch, I’m Oscar the Grouch
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| Magic 8-ball, «all signs point to no»
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| Chasing waterfalls, his grand summation
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| «the bitch is a hoe»
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| What does one say to that?
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| I sipped the yip with thoughts black
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| A bad trip like you gotta take the bus back
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| Wishing he never fucked with it like crack
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| But if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
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| And I wouldn’t be here nursing this sucker
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| Thinking bout getting high, motherfucker
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| If you nice like that then you better do it live
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| Dusty loop/heavy bag drums
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| I’m not from Brownsville
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| So never had a problem when it came time to run
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| Rabbi and the Golem
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| Base clay left to harden in the sun
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| Mobutu Sese Seko
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| Kill em all without touching a gun
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| House made of legos
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| Throw all the stones you want
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| Play the wall like they playin techno
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| Regs in a Phillie blunt
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| Slaughter Rule/chop the heads off fools who refuse to punt
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| Duel with the beat
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| Words measured then cut with teeth
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| Unspooled into the city’s last payphone
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| A young Larry Merchant, perched
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| On the ball of my feet |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shark Fin Soup , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп