| Grinding like tectonic plates, 'causing earthquakes
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| We wild in the West, California’s my birthplace
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| Pistols blow out your candle like your birthday
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| Better yet your deathday, we hungry and we thirsty
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| Long Beach city, committee approach with caution
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| Street fighter known as spit flames like Dhalsim
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| MC’s think the competition looking like targets
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| My flow’s outta this world, attack of the martians
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| I’m from where the sun sets, but not of the sunset
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| My space is Compton, I ain’t talking the internet
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| I’m in a set backstreet of enemy’s turf
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| For what it’s worth, from the dirt up, niggas get returned
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| Toe tag, body bags, you still ain’t learnt
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| DARPA spy planes, WASP MACH 3, Little Jerks
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| Flying through the sky, surveillance your clockwork
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| The killer is loose, doctor Killgrave got the paperwork
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| Competitors transform in a prey and I’m the predator
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| You ain’t got a chance, my flow advance, you just regular
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| I’m ten steps ahead of you, aiming for your jugular
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| So if they can’t with me, how the hell they gon' with us
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| Black Knights, the Trickfinger, the musical genius
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| Beats hard like concrete plus the flow is aquafina
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| Bustling like stwamina
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| Raw says I’m awesome, leave Cypher geletate caution
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| MC’s in coffins
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| Inhale a THC, while I’m sippin' Thelonious
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| Mr. Barmitzfah, have days where I’m the loneliest
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| «The heart’s a lonely hunter,» that’s not a cliché
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| D.O.A. |
| the first 48, make a great escape
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| A slight case of murder, it was 1938
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| Headquarters had the scoop on Victor/Victoria
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| Murder on a honeymoon
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| L.A. Times editorial
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| (**Breaking News**)
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| You’ve been hoodwinked
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| Wag the dog
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| They foolin' ya
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| Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain
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| Somehow, some way, in some manner
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| This aircraft has gone back into time and it’s 1939
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| We’re going to try to increase our speed and go back through the same we’ve
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| already done twice before (Yo!)
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| I don’t know if we can do it (You can do anything!)
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| All I ask of you is that you remain calm (I give love!) and pray (You will
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| thrive!)
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| Yeah, it’s the Medieval Chamber (the Medieval Chamber)
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| Knights at the round table introduction
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| For ya’ll MC’s it’s ya’ll destruction (for MC’s it’s ya’ll destruction)
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| Steady accumulating it every day (we're accumulating it every day)
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| Why y’all steady chasing it like Wiley Coyote looking for that Roadrunner (why
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| y’all steady chasing it like Wiley Coyote, every episode looking for that
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| Roadrunner)
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| Knights or nothing (we got them guns)
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| You know how it goes down (soldies, universal builders)
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| It’s the black holes (the stolen legacy)
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| Stolen legacy (the black holes)
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| Lost Tribe of Cut Throats (Dark ages)
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| KNIGHTS OR NOTHIN (Knights or nothing) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drawbridge, artist - Black Knights. Album song Medieval Chamber, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп