| Pig knuckle, braised soft
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| White tablecloth, skewered squab
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| Smile like El Gato, chilled gazpacho
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| Greens tossed
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| Extra virgin sits on top the sauce
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| I’m boss' boss
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| Did it my way
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| Hit the highway to rob, some took a loss
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| And came hat in hand
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| Eyeing a seat at the table but I let 'em stand
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| Selfish
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| Butter poached shellfish
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| The charred flesh of the helpless
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| Scoop marrow from bone
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| I can only imagine those loans have grown
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| Like the mortgage on your aspirational home
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| Liens leaning on your ceiling, the beams groan
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| You got a lot on your dome
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| I eat like Noreaga, vomit crusted on the throne
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| Blood run out the prime rib
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| Student debt the next ship to sink like that subprime shit did
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| Napkin, tucked like a bib, filthy
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| Silverware untouched, rip carcass, grilchy
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| Swiftly, condemn the guilty, sacrificial lamb
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| Rosemary and cracked black pepper
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| What you want from me, marital advice?
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| I suggest you crack the heifer
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| Check her
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| Double check the exchequer
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| Then tell the chef
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| Pork belly on polenta
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| Poached egg centered
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| Grated white cheddar
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| Vacuum every crumb
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| Black & Decker
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| Show a lil' leg honey, I might tip better
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| A day late and a dollar short
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| Thanks for your support
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| Yo, let’s pop this cork
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| A day late and a dollar short
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| Thanks for your support
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| Yo, let’s pop this cork
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| Sour grapes flow out the bottle
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| Sour deez blow out the nozzle
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| Public Enemies
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| I got a right to be hostile
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| Say what you mean, if you don’t know shut the fuck up
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| Cash rules everything
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| Beretta themed code of conduct
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| At ease
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| Man or machine compute supreme
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| Honors relieved in favor of thieves
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| Make the change you want to see
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| Do you believe?
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| Cowards freeze power steam pack heat
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| Don’t forget to make that crease 'Bama
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| Wolves trying to eat no retreat
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| Blam blam hammers
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| Peeled off in tinted jeeps blaring rap standards
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| All questions the eyes don’t lie but never answer
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| Baggy r.i.p. |
| Tees and lit votive candles
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| Motives random
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| Manicured and pampered you’ll never understand it
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| For those who’ve been abandoned
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| I’m speaking candid
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| Overly anxious
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| Stress build fast it might strangle
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| All that glitters ain’t gold gold but shit it dangle
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| No bank roll
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| Still on tilt like a kangol
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| Be thankful |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sour Grapes , by - E L U C I DSong from the album History Will Absolve Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп