| «Somebody told me, that the, I’m the truth
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| Don’t worry about it, get down with me and ah
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| We’ll set you free…»
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| (Hit it!)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Gone in a swing like that right there
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| Yeah, ah
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| (I want everybody to jump out their seats
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| And start clappin your hands)
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| Rhymesayer Entertain, try to name a better team
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| Reveal your jealous aim, some things’ll never change
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| Best twang your family together mayne
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| Them people cellophane, allowin their mother name
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| I’m invincible, walk with my word and my balls and my principles
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| Like a true prince should do
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| Only givin you a little bitty glimpse of truth
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| As I live it through, imagine what I’m fittin to do
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| I ain’t that hit it and quit it dude
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| Live it for that minute, then split and I’m here to get residual
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| Pedal hard and settle not for even a notch
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| Between the premium spot, cream of the crop
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| Believe it or not, I’m over every line like one
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| Life changin moment at a time
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| Please trust you’ll find, no better design
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| I’m so justified, I’m boast of epic kind
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| Nose to the grind stone, wait, no never mind
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| I could tell you 'til I’m blue in the face, the end of time
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| If you was ever gon' bear witness to the child
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| Then your ass probably would’ve been admitted by now
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| So now, ah, come now walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk awkwardly
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| If when you gotta see in order to believe
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| Then your ass must be blind, none strong as me, Ali
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| Ah, come now walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk honestly
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| I show strangers what they ought not to see
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| But that’s just our nature, none strong as we, ha
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| Call me Slug, that’s it, don’t need no acronyms
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| Tryin to keep the masochist tucked inside the pacificist
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| But God it’s gettin hard to give 'em passes when
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| They act as if they came up on the south side of Nazareth
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| Can’t imagine this, it’s like a beauty pageant
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| Where them models project and serve the law of averageness
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| Coat hanger on the mic, rappin mannequins
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| Stash 'em out behind the garage, where the trash be in
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| Don’t go and get mad, I ain’t your daddy kid
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| And you not Ant, so why you tryin to sample this?
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| So pop your little titties out, ego expandin
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| Them shenanigans’ll catch a free ride up in that ambulance
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| Can’t fix them damages with bandages
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| Another midlife crisis, tryin to brag on all the ass you get
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| Cash it in and take a look at who you dancin with
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| You just a middle man between the fiends and your management
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| Minneapolis, takes the passion with
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| A twist of lemon, 'cause I’m on some old fashioned shit
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| So tell Anakin we lookin for Orlando with
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| Coach and the «Champion», go fix a couple sandwiches
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| Yeah, come now walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk awkwardly
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| If when you gotta see in order to believe
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| Then your ass must be blind, none strong as me, Ali
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| Ah, come now walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk honestly
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| I show strangers what they ought not to see
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| But that’s just my nature, none strong as we, come on
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| Used to raise babies in a funky old dirty place
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| So I kept me a snub nosed .38
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| Took it to the pawn shop on the first and paid
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| Rent with it, didn’t want to send 'em to the pearly gates
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| In the clutch of the beat drop
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| See me hop up off the Sheetrock and strut like a peacock
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| Get your teeth knocked, clean out your speech box
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| Must not believe that meets the grease part
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| I wrote God a love letter with street chalk
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| Fell through potato chips, could of put beach hut
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| And there I stood in all of my splendor
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| 'Til I did believe I told 'em everything that I meant to
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| Come down now, come now walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk awkwardly
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| If when you gotta see in order to believe
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| Then your ass must be blind, none strong as me, Ali
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| Ah, come down walk with me
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| I think and I walk and I talk honestly
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| I show strangers what they ought not to see
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| But that’s just our nature, none strong as we, ah
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| (Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down)…
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| «But the squares won’t dance 'cause they’re just all fakes
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| And they can’t understand the commands of the breaks"(breaks, breaks)
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| «A stage, a crowd and two Rhymesayers»
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| «Two Rhymesayers»
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| «A stage, a crowd, a-a crowd, and two rhyme-Rhymesayers» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Believers , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Truth Is Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп