| They’re saying that he insane, crazy, mind stands aiming
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| I wonder who out there, the people gotta name me.
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| Lazy for a couple years, drowning in beers
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| Picked up where I left off for head on my peers.
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| It seems I got styles, personality seems
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| Boss type, light pep, … jeans
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| I seen the whole rap game, sipping on lean
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| But be the tension when it’s mentioned, that …
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| He a five star general, analogue or digital
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| Avant-garde, plus boom bap and minimal.
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| All things to those that plays original
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| Throw bottles at the idols of the one dimension.
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| Come forth! |
| Gather round and hear me speak
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| rhymes and the stones, we’re for the people that ink
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| Got sent back to the bottom when I reached my peek
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| With the riddle I was given at the foot of the sphinx
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| The rhyme — I construct one brick at the time
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| It’s impossible to top when you put out of line
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| I hit the underground harder than a harder event
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| Rappers fall like the third tower planes never hit. |
| Shit!
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| This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision
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| I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician!
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| Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it)
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| Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)!
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| This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision
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| I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician!
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| Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it)
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| Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)!
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| They wanna know if Print’s real, well, I can’t stay
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| I’m too hard to find, my crib is the back cave.
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| The block where they got sprayed, under covers masquerade
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| It used to be worst back in the day
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| Mean Bean got locked up and passed away
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| You can take life and run, or you can sneak in the back way
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| is the rap where soul is half away
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| Moving at the speed of light, switching to the fast lane
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| 24 boss and 48 loss of power
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| Every time I rhyme my street buzz gets louder.
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| I’m … inhaling lines, I’m gun powder
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| Running down our streets, chasing down cowards
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| Cops go out of their way to send me subliminals
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| Cause they’re working 9 to 5 for a wave just minimal.
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| But I’mma keep it cool and still smile in their face
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| Till they master up enough heart to call me my name.
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| Busy rhyming for your mens, I rhyme for the fans
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| Just more in …, I got too much charm on their hands
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| If I’m really as small as they say that I am
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| Then way would distancing me be a way of advance?
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| Please, you know my… rolling on MTV
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| Probably rocking dirty jeans with a whole in me.
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| I woke up in the spot, with all dollar looking dummie
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| And walk out with something soft, plus three numbers
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| Whether making songs, making out or making cream
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| You better know that throw backs the only you’ll make the team.
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| Slang weed, or slang… it’s all the same in me
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| Cause I’m compelled to the same degree without a fight
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| You can take a fang from me.
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| I earned my spot, nobody ever gave it to me!
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| So don’t play with me!
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| Because you gotta be a martyr that gained fame for me.
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| See, this ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision
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| I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician!
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| Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it)
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| Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)!
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| This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision
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| I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician!
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| Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it)
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| Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Vision , by - Blueprint. Song from the album Respect the Architect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп