| Ma name’s synonymous wit d critically acclaimed
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| So sex sells at half mass
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| Move at ma own pace you speechters won’t last
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| So commence c-section been ill
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| January birth hit d earth tore d windshield
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| When has d minnicle disseminating you minuscule trainwrecks
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| Spit d word defy d laws of same sex
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| Tea bagging, toe taggin rivals, when I shoot it post it
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| Youtube and take it viral
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| Sittin on ma couch collectin cheques while you clockin in
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| All dese individuals too worried bout blendin in
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| Just running your mouth, your traits too feminine
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| Menopause, I’m peakin, you’re leakin estrogen
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| Spit so many rhymes I could stop right now
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| Look at ma resume an still feel proud
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| Boss on d humble, I don’t need a crowd
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| Silently makin moves, while all you movin is bowel, fowl
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| Take a pause, you can try to catch up
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| Jerome, I’ll hold d mirror, freshen up your makeup
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| Fix yo feather bow an we can stip your ear duct
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| This world’s corrupt an I got kids to raise up
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| You’re layin up, watchin all maneuvers
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| Crowd leaves d show when I punch drunk in stuper
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| Whenever we arrive it’s red carpets an rose petals
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| Simply, you got no drive yo tank is empty
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| Whoa!
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| Why you wanna set it off, I told em that it don’t matter
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| [ress go when I go platter
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| 12 hundred techniques is what we throw at em, eh
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| Our tone armed like a loaded magnum
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| The game so backwards, get d record deal first
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| Learn how to make d record after
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| R&B singers more G than d rappers
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| Yo favourite MCs gettin beat up by actors
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| Lay low for a couple weeks and try to hide
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| Which you wonder why you idolize all these idle minds
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| When all they do is recycle somebody’s borrowed lines
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| Bitch ass behaviour patterns tend to get standardized
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| Easily detected, ‘fore the seeds get infected
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| If he on d scene best believe he d record
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| Role he playin gettin whited out think corrected
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| Hang out wit yo best connects, what you could’ve exited
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| At 18 had a Jesus piece and a necklace
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| It didn’t bring me any peace I was still reckless
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| Fightin in d streets, years later got d message
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| But any peace comes from action not symbolism
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| Hit so many rhymes I could stop right now
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| Look at ma resume an still feel proud
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| King of d jungle, I ain’t gotta growl
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| But still snatch an animal once in a while, ow
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| Make d beat when yo money hit ma paypal
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| 2 or 3 sequence an plus a fresh breakdown
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| Four to four extends for your vocal lay down
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| But till you get yo paper up stay outta ma way pal
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| D beat’s handcrafted like a hanzo sword
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| Only good for Cuban links an people keepin it raw
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| Kobe use some of d dope music spread on ma desk
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| V-neck, like Joey Montana showing ma chest
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| I’m d best!
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| No, no. |
| My spot never leaves me man
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| I am my spot I don’t
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| Regardless of you know, win, loss, whatever
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| And you know, I might change for you guys
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| I might change for the media, I might change for the common fan
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| The way you think and feel about me, but um
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| It never changes for me. |
| I live in a bubble man
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| I think the world of myself, I think I’m number 1 in the world
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| And noone’s gonna ever change that for me, you know
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| I understand my spot, I know what I’m capable of
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| And I’ll always be a champion, with or without a belt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulletproof Resume , by - Blueprint. Song from the album Respect the Architect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп