| Alright, okay
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| Let’s get it situated
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| I spit directly from the people that originated
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| All of that shit you faking
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| Think that imitation is amazing
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| You need to fix your faces quickly 'for your spirit get eliminated
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| I’ve been initiated, strictly by invitation
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| To the order of the Samurai, so this is sacred
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| Revealing by right, he’s heat but I’m light
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| He feel it shine bright, deleting all hype
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| I’m not shining, I’m growing
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| Every rhyme is a poem
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| You been already knowing, I been trying to told 'em
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| Still grinding and groping, still prying it open
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| Still divinely controlled and I honour the moment
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| Been around the globe and always finding pieces of me
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| Reason to breath as deep as the sea
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| Pay the ticket price and speak it for free
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| Lay my head on any bed and then eventually dream of the key
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| I arrive clear, no dye here
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| But the colors of the tears cried here might appear on my beard
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| Uh, the dust I carry on me
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| Is just a ceremony
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| Because it bears the stories of the ones that came before me
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| You witness the glory, the gifted oratory
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| That I distribute as the richness of the poor and holy
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| They thought the floor could hold me
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| They thought the sky confined me
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| They thought the prison of the earthly body might define me
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| They thought because that God is out of sight, I follow blindly
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| Anything outside of space and time cannot be timely
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| Allow me, glad tidings to the strangers
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| Ain’t concerned with being famous, or how many hits their page gets
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| That are happy being nameless
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| And absent from your papers
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| And could never be swayed by someone clapping in their faces
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| Hatred can’t degrade them
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| Praise could never raise 'em
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| Their glamor can’t be faded by no passing entertainment
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| And that’s the generation where I catch my inspiration
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| The manuscript they’re saving is the one I scratched my name in
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| This is by love, to love, through love, true love
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| Turn the lights down and turn the tune up
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| I’m that ticket that get you higher than a mezzanine
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| Nosebleed, meth amphetamine
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| Protein, USDA grade: totally lean
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| If you holding up the world, you know what I mean
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| Promethazine fiend
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| Watch women in lululemon
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| Female geneticist: I study girls in jeans
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| Violent with the double-entendres
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| The weed-whacker that’ll strike the bong and hit ganja
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| Then cut a rug before I drink Mary’s blood
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| Regurgitate it, praise it, then raise the murder rate in the club
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| Sociopath, I will slice the tat off a thug
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| Then spit a slug in his mug and leave the hands of time with a nub
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| Sick shit, with a torn meniscus
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| Dikembe Mutombo ordering jumbo-
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| Shrimp with a pimp
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| In Red Lobster buttermilk biscuits
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| I’m proud, young gifted
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| Somewhere in between red and green, getting lifted
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| I’m half of the planet when the Sun gets eclipsed
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| Shit, I’m Steve Harvey at the African Day Parade
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| Drinking Tanqueray with gators on
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| Playing Spades with Issa Rae
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| Black Jew screaming on New York avenues
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| I’m blacker than black people’s desire for new shoes
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| Fast, you couldn’t catch him if you was Mohamed Sanu
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| In fact, I’m blacker than running numbers in sou-sous
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| On a cruise with Patti LaBelle screaming church hymns and blues
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| The fuck’s blacker than that?
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| Came out the womb on Halloween
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| With an affinity for thirteen and black cats
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| Does it get any clearer?
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| Walk barefoot under ladders in a house of broken mirrors
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| Staring into what I am
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| Space-time continuum
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| At the minimum, math and helium gases slash
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| Malware to make your hologram crash
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| I totally get why you fear me
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| 'Cause I’m what existed before the Big Bang theory |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Situated , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Secrets & Escapes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп