| Greetings and salutations, I’m runnin' outta patience
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| So everything in moderation, even moderation
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| Check every single allegation for re-calibration
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| Call that the big pay back, it’s debt consolidation
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| The credit fell, what the hell, too much béchamel
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| Well, F-M-L, they desecrated the decibel
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| Go check the mail then let me know if it’s heads or tails
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| My ears burn like desert trails and Jezebels
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| Uh, somebody must be talkin' 'bout me
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| For carryin' a big stick and walkin' loudly
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| Articles in the Times and the New Yorker 'bout me
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| My killer instinct is like Orchid, probably
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| I’m a Pulitzer Prize Fighter how I vaporize writers
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| Shut 'em down at one time, synchronize silence
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| Make the audience forget you, call it Alzheimer’s
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| Child rhymers don’t come at the old timers
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| Whether your fan base is lil' mommas or Obamas
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| How you claim to have somethin' in check with no commas?
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| You and Mary got the same request, it’s No Drama
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| I’m the pinnacle of language, yes, the Dalai Lama
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| Who the clown talkin' down to the twenty-one pound?
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| I gotta send him some rounds to simmer him down
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| 'Cause you’re not worthy to even touch the hem of the gown
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| The brim of the crown, motherfucker, remember the sound
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| It’s like
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| Hey, yo
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| Yo
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| Since the second grade I been gainfully employed
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| Hustlin' for change everyday from three to four
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| When other kids was into playin' games and bein' bored
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| Goin' against the grain’s what I painfully enjoyed
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| When they was into race cars, trains, TV and toys
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| I was thinkin' fat gold chains and freakazoids
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| Fillin' the deeper void, listenin' to that Indecent Noise
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| People used to tell me, «Boy, your brain gon' be destroyed»
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| Left hand to the law, right hand to Allah
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| Both hands to applaud who brought sand to the shore
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| Confessin' all your sins to the dope man through a door
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| I seen a preacher man sniffin' cocaine through a straw
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| We almost had it all, just one more cannon ball
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| And two more Geritol with one more Adderall
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| I got the game sewn like the tailor of Panama
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| Now I go by the name of an untamed animal
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| Wonderin' how I can evolve to prestigious and less vicious
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| A more visceral individual, best wishes
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| Just on principle, I been answerin' death wishes
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| What the Lord giveth is a king, long liveth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Liveth, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп