| Verse One:
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| Yes y’all the flesh and bone season
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| Veteran, yet it’s just my second whole season
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| Etched in stone one of the best poets breathin'
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| They don’t kick over the respect I don’t need 'em
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| I bring it like it never been brung man
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| I swing it like it never been swung
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| I’m second to none
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| As long as I still got a breath in my lung
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| Might as well find yourself a place to rest til I’m done
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| Bless the son, caught a sophomore curse
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| That mean you waitin' for me cause you love my first
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| Must have heard hunger and thirst up in the verse
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| And now wanna bust so much that it hurts
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| Plus what am I? |
| A flash in the pan?
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| I fizzle out and stand here, ass in my hand
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| I ain’t that kind of man, I’m attached to my fans
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| Every track that I smash gotta match their demands
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| I’m the first to defend you, last to the van
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| I can’t turntables from the wax from my man
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| I shoot a star out the sky, land in my hand
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| I’m off to the next one catch me if you can
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| Amen
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| Speaking:
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| Not fuckin' around. |
| Been watchin' you motherfuckers scurrin' around and shit.
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| Swear to God you real. |
| You ain’t seen shit. |
| You ain’t did shit. |
| You bout shit.
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| Hold up
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| Verse Two:
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| I hear tell that I ain’t your cup of tea
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| I fuck with white rappers and you can’t fuck with me
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| I sold my old pistol and don’t run the streets
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| And I ain’t got tattoos all up my sleeves
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| Well
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| All I can tell you is that I am what I am
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| How could you not respect one that stand as a man?
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| Lest you never peek up out your box
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| You a follower
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| I don’t kiss ass and suck dick, I’m not popular but
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| If you were real you would recognize me
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| They don’t make them like motherfuckin' Ali
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| No more
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| I ain’t here to blow my own horn
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| But it takes a certain person to write those songs
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| The biggest difference between us
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| Is unlike them I don’t pretend to be no thug
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| Just a city kid and know how to throw a punch
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| I’m no stranger to the taste of my own blood
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| Got you chain and decide to grow nuts
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| That shit is Golden Girls that ain’t golden gloves
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| Tell 'em Ant
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| I ain’t scrap no more, I’m growed up
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| Too busy, no free hand to hold a grudge
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| Told your ass once that my shit is amazin'
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| Seen me on stage, think it’s biscuits and gravy
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| I spent my young life in the eye of the shit
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| Don’t hate me for anything I ever did
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| Motherfucker!
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| Speaking:
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| I mean come on now. |
| Would you stand at your speaker for a minute?
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| There’s nothing wrong with it. |
| There’s no holes here. |
| It’s you, you’re hatin'
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| I live I die, I laugh so that I don’t cry
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| I work hard
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| I bust my young ass to survive
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| Ain’t no rap video this is real ass life! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Original King , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Truth Is, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп