| We move all the merch, CDs and shirts
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| For you, this is a game but for me this is work
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| I punch in ha, when I step on the stage
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| I get paid when my record is played
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| Word to Printmatic
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| I’m a poetry chick magnet
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| With Goldie the pimp habits
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| I roll with a limb that is
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| Droven Omaha, flowin' for hick ass kids
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| Knowin' I was zonin' at the moment I hit that shit (I love y’all)
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| Kris references and no one will get that shit
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| I even make the best of it and go home and slit my wrists
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| Imagine what a trip it is, rappin' for little shits
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| Who think that DJin' was created by Mr. Dibbs
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| Remember this, those are the main ones that show us support
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| So I owe them my existence and shit so
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| I got to thank them, my home is broken ain’t it?
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| I downloaded parents cause I heard they’re overrated
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| I pushed a demo tape when the group was first created
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| Younger Brother was the debut album when they made it
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| E! |
| Behind The Music, believe that I’ve been through it
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| I either write the true shit or feel my life is useless
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| You should, do this, math with me right quick dog
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| I cry myself to sleep when the lights get soft
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| Tour twice, in the spring and the fall
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| Ten weeks each my son doesn’t see me at all
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| Now out of 12 months daddy’s gone for 5
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| Spot dates in the mix, I’m absent for 6
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| So I’m a half ass daddy
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| Part time singer
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| Half ass crazy, got my wife feelin' half single
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| In New Jersey, bitchin' with the word play
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| About how my parents raised me in the worst way possible
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| Doin' what I gotta do
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| And tryin' to get a rap or two
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| Missin' my own son’s third birthday
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| I’m a self centered piece of shit
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| Stomped down hypocrite
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| Tryin' to get a grip on it but now I got to live with it
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| This is me motherfucker, I’m a mean mugger
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| Not intentionally brother, I was tryin' to see somethin'
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| I never drive because I’m legally blind
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| All I can do is describe what I see in my mind
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| People are fine until they peep a weakness of mine
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| Then they fuck me over so I need to leave them behind
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| Shit’s real
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| My wrist is still stiff from my last hook
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| Cat learned how to scrap just by gettin' his ass whupped
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| I’ll catch an elbow and that shit will just hurt
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| So I swing mine the next time I get in some dirt
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| And that works
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| And that’s why Murs is the homie
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| Because the brothers ain’t scared to dig out spurs in the moment
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| My recipe for greatness, there is no depleting this
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| Because the active ingredient in it is my weaknesses
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| I speak with this little drawl that the Midwest created
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| When they treat someone like shit for a decade
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| Anthony can’t chirp, flare or backspin
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| But he’ll listen to my fucked up life without laughin'
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| I’m challenged and offended by sheets of blank paper
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| Who act like they are too good to carry my strange flavor
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| Painstakingly, suffice is to say
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| I ain’t scared to put my motherfuckin' life on display |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love On Display , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Champion Ep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп