| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| (We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy)
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be-
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| It’s got to be it’s got to be
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| Stage on top (top)
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| Stage on top (top)
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| Before you go place the blame
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| Take a look inside the mirror when you writing them names down
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| Are you going through a phase or are you you ready to lay down
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| Because they rasin' the stakes now
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| Sky high, either make it or break
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| They got th world in the balance
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| I guess it’s saf to say that nothin' is safe
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| Everything is for sale if you’re willing to pay
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| Uh
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| (We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy)
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be-
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| It’s got to be it’s got to be
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| Stage on top (top)
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| Stage on top (top)
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| I ain’t got shit to prove, but I got a lot to lose
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| Gotta stop the
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| I’ve never watched the news, I’ve watched my move
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| Just started runnin' with my walkin' shoes
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| I’ve got this- cannibal corpse appetite
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| Snatch the mic, what matters the most is half as right
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| Before I was born I was singing a song about afterlife
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| Uh
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| What it is ain’t what it got to be
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| We ain’t no slaves to a prophecy
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| Stage on top (top)
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| Stage on top (top)
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| Nothin' makes any sense anymore, no one cares anyway
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| We just wanna make 'em pay for the weak
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| Livin' on the edge, keep my thoughts in the head
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| And make sure we got a place to sleep
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| Nothin' makes any sense anymore, no one cares anyway
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| We just wanna make 'em pay for the weak
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| Livin' on the edge, keep my thoughts in the head
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| And make sure we got a place to sleep
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| Nothin' makes any sense anymore, no one cares anyway
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| We just wanna make 'em pay for the weak
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| Livin' on the edge, keep my thoughts in the head
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| And make sure we got a place to sleep
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| Nothin' makes any sense anymore, no one cares anyway
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| We just wanna make 'em pay for the weak
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| Livin' on the edge, keep my thoughts in the head
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| And make sure we got a place to sleep |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Three Four , by - Artofficial. Song from the album Vitamins & Minerals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп