| They say go hard or go home
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| So I go hard like I was homeless
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| These niggas don’t want it yo boy
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| Raise hell like the Oman
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| Crisis colder then a snowman
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| On each and ever opponent
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| Grab microphones like I own it
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| Then I take you through your torment
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| Leave you disappointed, and I do it for enjoyment
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| I’m laid back in the flesh
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| But the flow is flamboyant
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| They ain’t got nothing for me
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| Most of these niggas annoying
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| They knowing up in they heart
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| Who the truth who they avoiding
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| But it must be and trust me
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| Bars fresh never musty
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| Brolic shit hella husky
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| Test your luck you feeling lucky
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| We wild cats Kentucky
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| Make situations ugly
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| Eliminate simpletons with lyrics my lines lovely
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| Black Knights make 'em slump
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| When it clumps and it goobs and it gobs
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| Had to tell her what to do
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| She paying dues to the Gods
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| Screamin' out and squealin'
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| Like in a wild open field
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| It’s better than in her dreams
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| Cuz church keep it real
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| Her fantasy insanity
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| Your majesty we magically
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| I break the laws of gravity
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| Then snatch her out of vanity
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| Man i’ll be all in it
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| Forever like infinite
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| I’m the man but not a limit
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| They can get it how you live it
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| Shit is exorcism twisted blitzed
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| It’s somethin' wicked
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| Loud and explicit
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| Out to win it
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| Like the pennant
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| Hit it then I bounce like a frog
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| Ribbit ribbit
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| Flow smooth as a liquid
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| And I’m single like a digit
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| Church
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| Church
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a Block Barbarian
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| Ghetto Gladiator
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| Street Librarian
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| Hood Liberator
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| Game Changer
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| With Street Dreams
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| Raiders of the Lost Arc
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| For forty days
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| I was trapped in an Arc
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| And then I popped up
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| Developing an art
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| They call it a Picasso
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| Ghetto poems or calligraphy
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| My pens skills advanced
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| Line from line
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| Check out my melody as
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| I slow bop up the street
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| In my K-Swiss classics
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| Two bitches on my hip
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| And they both speak ratchet
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| Pistols, they sisters
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| And they both get active
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| Or misunderstood
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| You just need to stop watching colors
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| Or
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| Boys-in-the-Hood
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| Cuz' over them colors
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| Boys is getting shot in the Hood
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| Killa Bees take control everywhere that we go
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| MC’s ain’t got a chance and we letting them know
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| Hit your town, shut it down, victory on the road
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| The flow thirty-two below freezing, my niggas is cold
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| Killa Bees take control everywhere that we go
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| MC’s ain’t got a chance and we letting them know
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| Hit your town, shut it down, victory on the road
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| The flow thirty-two below freezing, my niggas is cold |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Liberator , by - Black Knights. Song from the album The Almighty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп