| My characteristics be mystic, you ask who is it
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| Doin' it, with the next type of techs runnin' through it
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| The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean
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| While I lean my six foot frame, Tame’s the other being
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| Seein' that niggas whack, time to take it back to basics
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| Like Saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics
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| Don’t hate this analyst, hip-hop activist
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| Battle technician who be on a mission, now listen
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| Tame One got more grip than Gore-Tex
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| I’m comin' through your set like CBS
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| Writin' my name up in your projects
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| Who wanna test me when I’m tested?
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| Pushin' the paragraph like it’s a Lexus
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| I come off hot like Texas
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| My West district predicts that I’m the shit
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| So I walk through the bricks and shoot the GIF like it’s a full fifth
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| I bring the ruckus fillin' dutches with dust
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| I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust
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| We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check
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| Into a rap clinic, thinkin' that they all in it
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| My message to those is right down to the core
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| Kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door
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| 3-point offense, defense level high
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| Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry
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| It’s still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las Vegas
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| 'Cause my crew’s got more game than 16 Segas
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| With adapters, battlin' whack rappers and actors for all their stacks
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| And keepin' my family fucked up like the Jacksons
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| Yo, you couldn’t find my dab if you tried to use a map
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| Or instructions, the number ones sold guns be bustin' so
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| Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize
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| Watchin' for spies who wanna piece of the lyrical pie
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| Crews be flippin' like they really wanna die
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| But when I ease up, they freeze and can’t look me in the eye
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| I got folders on the jokers who talk trash
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| They never walk past 'cause I be checkin' for they hall pass
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| Haul ass and let me shine like glass do
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| When I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo
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| I pay homage to all the bombers that I’m fly with
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| Endurin' politics and gettin' paid off of some side shit
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| I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own
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| Jackin' other brothers' styles way that they can zone
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| Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle
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| My form lasts long, like trick candles
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| You see the work of these rhyme experts
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| That hurt niggas in cyphers and make the other states liver
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| Survivors of the fittest light the graph then ASCAP
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| Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph
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| In all actual my style’s wilder than a crack spot
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| I’m ill in, usin' the putas you buildin' as my backdrop
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| I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils
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| From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental
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| You better look through your girl’s tape collection
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| 'Cause this next subject might have a nigga second guess
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| I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache
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| So I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi
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| My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific
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| Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it
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| But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise
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| Artifacts be stickin' them with rhythm poise
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| Is on the biz, Taylor skills like Liz
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| Tryin' to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
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| You hear my voice more clear, intact
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| Peep the lyrics, trap my secrets
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| Ill, like the film called 'The Curor'
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| Questions, answers, brothers payin' dues
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| MC’s recognize, so we endin' this interview |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Inteview , by - Artifacts. Song from the album That's Them, in the genre Иностранный рок