| Live and direct in a living color
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| The revolution will be televized
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| And all who doubt it will show respect
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| And all wise words will be memorized
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| Blazing, blazing fire
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| Calculated and standing tall
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| Blazing, blazing fire
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| If I fall
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| Wash up your body, time to shine and glisten
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| Grind illest, yo I was slipping
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| I’m divine by design, we kick rhymes from the mind’s prison
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| Vibe, listen, kick back, chill, get in the mood again
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| The music is the uniting force, you feel the grooves
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| We spinning riddims and rhythms, really ripping the shit we kicking
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| My nigga this isn’t a gimmick, this is the real shit, feel it
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| Leave it to critics to catch feelings, raps collapse buildings
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| When I rap, I got the blueprint map for billions
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| Maximillion, back to back brilliance
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| Word to uncle Willy, I’m silly as Saul Williams
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| Killing 'em whether millies or the semi automatic
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| Cats is bout to catch it, you could bat with a Ted Williams average
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| And I got a cat, duck and pitch, pass it and spit a classic
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| I’m finna clap it if he don’t have it by the time he rap or
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| You can sign to the fine line backwards
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| Shit won’t matter, shit go platinum, there go half your talent
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| You never battled, you are not a rapper, you can’t even get it back
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| You just wack and wish you had your man’s manager
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| You need a band and a helping hand and a grant after you rap
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| And as soon as you land, you got a plan, Blu got a ton of 'em
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| Ideas, concepts, and hookups
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| You rubbing me the wrong way if my DJ ain’t cutting a hook up
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| Fuck do you see when you look up me?
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| B-L-U and you can add the E, Exi-L-E, word up
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| Live and direct in a living color
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| The revolution will be televized
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| And all who doubt it will show respect
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| And all wise words will be memorized
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| Blazing, blazing fire
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| Calculated and standing tall
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| Blazing, blazing fire
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| If I fall
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| I wanna paint a picture, make a difference
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| Change the system, make a statement
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| Life is so amazing, even begging for a penny, many never make it
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| Let alone still live at home, I can’t get out my basement
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| Banging speakers, blaze the reefer
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| We just speak a language you bob your head to and listen
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| And listen, this is religion, praise God, he got some rhythm
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| Hit 'em with the knowledge, wisdom understanding freedom
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| Power equal God, build destroy, born cyphers
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| Now look what we got, peace brother, just some justice
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| To be busting back at a motherfucker who never gave you nothing
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| They just expected us to take they shit
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| I say they wanted to be blunt and couldn’t take the hit
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| I’m getting something from this journey
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| Send me out to sea and you can burn me
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| You can turn on me, put your burner on me
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| And I won’t be nothing but a burned CD
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| Bumping inside someone’s head
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| Humming my lyrics with a little kid up in their stomach
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| Ready to teach him to be something son, you could be a lyricist
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| You serious or you just be fronting, huh?
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| I’m busting spiritual lyrics, miraculous like a magic trick
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| Rabbits flip out my hat, I get action
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| Pinning my life is passion, get on the mic and smash it
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| Flipping it like Mike Jackson on the ass again
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| I’m still black, I peel caps and spill raps like chill black
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| A ill cat don’t get me contagious, just know
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| Saving a nation, fruits of my labor made back in the slaves again
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| I master the craft then master the record, I bust, you masturbate
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| The master ain’t the master if he get blasted away
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| I’m moving backwards to the east again
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| Eating apples, fucking with Eve again
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| Get it even 'cause evil men can never have true happiness anyway
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| Live and direct in a living color
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| The revolution will be televised
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| And all who doubt it will show respect
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| And all wise words will be memorized
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| So-so-so listen close to what I say"
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| We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash-
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| Everybody in here (Listen close)
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| M-M-M-My flow is like the o-ocean
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| The congress of the United States versus the city of Compton
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| Think how to be great versus how to escape nonsense
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| Constant gunshot, drugs by Johnson & Johnson
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| Get it higher, my grandma’s attic with a bunch of addicts
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| Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
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| I knew I was heavy-handed, didn’t know I’d crack his skull |
| Pass the ball to the kid with too many problems
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| 'Cause he play the hardest and stay the longest
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| When we at the park, I spark the long stick
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| And watch my problems blow out the window
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| Play that instrumental back to back and let me rap
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| I got some shit to get up off of my back
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| Step back and put on the track
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| Lay down the raps to the wax like that
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| Now wind it back, this the crack for them kids that don’t do that
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| You know you wack if you can’t play your tracks after my track
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| I’m after stacks, black, I got your respect, I got your back
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| I’m from the West yes, God bless the best, the beat just that right and exact
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| Fight titans like Tyson, biting my track
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| M. Bison’s sliding attack, tied as tight as the raps, uh
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| Black man versus the Ku Klux Klan
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| With no gat, just two hands, but we ain’t going back to that again
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| So-so-so listen close to what I say
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| We make waves, causing tsunamis to your armies, splash-
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| Everybody in here (Listen close)
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| This ship sink nigga, I’m gon' walk on water
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| If I fall |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Troubled Water , by - Blu & Exile. Song from the album Miles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп