| Blame One
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| I don’t care which chick docked a famous rich hip hopper
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| Phantom of the opera type slick, which doctor
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| Mad scientist, topper with the vocal, I’m current
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| Almost 33 homie, yeah, a hell of endurance
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| Young veteran, chop off the tongue and take the head of men
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| Young bucks know me, I ex so much better blend
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| I like to set a trend. |
| Never tried to follow fools
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| Knowledge, wisdom all withstanding, son I never hollow jewels
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| Swallow the bottle full throttle just like a menace
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| I mash around Cali from Diego to Venice
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| Let me replenish. |
| I’m far from finished, young apprentice
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| Lab coat on the floor, drop science in a sentence
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| Broken beaker, got you open to the speaker
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| Cats’ll close a eye like we were hoping you were weaker
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| Nope and call me teacher fam, fuck what you heard
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| I’m a master of words, word, I’m mentally disturbed
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| Blame One
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| Disturbed, I walk around like I’m wearing a crown
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| Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down
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| Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise
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| But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes
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| Cause I’m disturbed I walk around like I’m wearing a crown
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| Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down
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| Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise
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| But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes
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| Yo, this black on black crime
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| Pardon me my G
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| This black and white rhyme
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| Clap the black nine and smash your trash lines
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| Put your ass to sleep, goodnight, it’s nap time
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| Listen, the best rapper in the world is Sean
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| The worst rapper in the world is you
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| Skank rapper having promise on
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| Bus back at your girl and you
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| Fuck you bitch niggas wanna do
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| Listen, flows phenomenal, off the chain
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| But really, take off your chain
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| I ain’t joking around, toting the pound
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| Only think I’m a clown like homie the clown
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| I will put down the pound and pound on you
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| Then pick up the pound, its rounds on you (cheers)
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| Y’all niggas ain’t ready for ruck, how you on it bitch
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| Hand me ya gun, let me know
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| I’m not playing, horsing around or joking. |
| Don’t sigh kid
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| Sleep in my squalor, staple open your eyelids
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| Saw off the hand that you wrote your best verse with
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| It gets hectic, I protected all word smiths
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| I’m in the dragon’s lair writing in the dungeon
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| Spirits of the past appear to me when summoned
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| I’m the mist that the winter escort in the night
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| I’m like photosynthesis absorbing the light
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| You’re possessing the words you are sure to recite
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| Duplicating my sound takes much more then a mic
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| Hardcore when I write the final passage to your worldly fate
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| But maybe John might forgive you at the pearly gate
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| Set you straight and unless your great
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| I set back, set traps, watch you catch the bait
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| Always test the fate, they get kicked to the curb
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| So fuck what you heard, yo I’m mentally disturbed
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| Blame One
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| Disturbed, I walk around like I’m wearing a crown
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| Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down
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| Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise
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| But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes
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| Cause I’m disturbed I walk around like I’m wearing a crown
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| Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down
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| Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise
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| But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disturbed (Dirty) , by - Blame One and ExileSong from the album Disturbed b/w Supreme Beings Digi 12", in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп