| My lyrical tendency’s equivalent to a critical felony
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| Precise behind bars like a criminal’s penalty
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| Pinnacle definitely, hold so much jewels in my miracle memory
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| It’s like I’m a physical treasury
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| Deep into weaponry, psychotic niggas who envy me
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| Wanna be nuts, so I bust nuts like my genitals sexually
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| Punished in my mother’s stomach by swimmin through Hennessy
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| I was born with a difficult destiny, not your typical mentally
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| Givin my vision through treacheries
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| Syllable therapy, invincible visual energy
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| No artist identity resemble me, I flow like a mineral chemically
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| Cause I flow with a chemical chemistry
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| I can flow like the river through Tennessee
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| The mystical seventh sea, or currency at the Senegal embassy
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| At birth although it’s umbilical regulary
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| They cut a mic chord and disconnected me
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| Leaders political threaten me for what I write in my lyrical melody
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| While others broke laws, I broke lyrical legacies
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| Flip forever, live for infinite, respect the P
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| It’s Papoose, I conquered this caliber, next degree
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| Did it all, with it all, want all, hit it all
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| Saw it all, now it’s time to skid on and get it all
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| Lit it all, from the worsest to the nicest smoke
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| Skated out when the drought rose the price of coke
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| Life’s a joke, your closest man’ll slice your throat
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| For this pie, is it the high that you like the most?
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| Corrupt money though through the eyes it seems legit
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| For this green fuck them niggas that you team up with
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| I dance around with y’all, slap pounds with y’all
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| Then get y’all, so quick won’t even know what hit y’all
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| Cock biddack, relaxed in a drop 'Liddac
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| Two seater, me and my meter cause we rocks like thiddat
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| It’s hot like thiddat on them blocks with the giddats
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| Fuck thiddat, never get knocked where you shit at
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| Tit for tiddat you got guns so watch where you spit at
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| Learn the fiddacts, respect the round table that you sit at
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| This I’m ill at, the hustle and the bustlin
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| Street-tusslin, thuggin and the musclin
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| In house learned the routes and just adjusted in
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| Won’t stop till the whole team is touchin ten
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| So who you roll with, puff weed with and load clips
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| Go to war with, kill up shit for no chips
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| Frontline shit, get money, do crime with
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| Front and shine with, freak off and fuck dimes with
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| Huh?
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| Aiyo, due to light and the thunder
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| You was under the seventh wonder, son your life’s a blunder
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| Doomed, there soon will be nowhere to run to
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| But out of limits, this whole planet could be finished, diminished
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| Lose all of his tennants, takin all life that would dent it
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| Major destruction, tearin down every man construction
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| Volcanic eruption, lava leadin to human reduction
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| Life’s grimmer for every livin mortal sinner
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| Chances are gettin slimmer when air in the atmosphere is gettin thinner
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| The five elements will expire
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| earth, first water then when it will flame it will fire
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| Your hopes get higher, eyes witness the bright Messiah
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| Thought he’d fly you to God’s empire but delivered you to hell’s fire
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| Earthquakes and shakes, overflooded lakes, the dams breaks
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| To suffocate whatever’s on the landscape
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| People hurtin, gettin bitten by Satan’s serpents
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| Steadin insertin lies in they third eye to make em servants
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| Physical’s over, you see more pain and reignin over
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| Souls that’s clean and sober shine like supernovas off Jehova
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| Mountains crumble causin mankind to stumble
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| God and devil go at it, get prepared for the fuckin rumble |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Connection , by - AZ. Song from the album Lost & Found, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп