| Kids could think I’m wack when they don’t know I don’t rehearse shit
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| Just feel the need to burst with, kill the first with
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| Raw lyrics, shit, it sounds better if it ain’t perfect
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| Give me a fat bag of weed and some beats
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| And you won’t see the BVA for weeks, capiche?
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| We feel the niche for that real music that actually speaks
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| Call it underground but it’s sprouting and growing leaves
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| I’m a fan from the start but don’t think that I’ll suck up
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| Egos are getting swollen, they’re bound to trip the fuck up
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| If they get too big for their boots they’re outta luck, bruv
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| All you have left is the yes men and groupie sluts
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| So I use the word love but I don’t mean it lightly
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| I love this more than any girl that had me cornered nicely
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| Find me talking to myself every day and nightly
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| Take this to the next level from a stoner’s pipe dream
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| We don’t need all the glamour and glitz
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| Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
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| Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit
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| 'Cause that’s the M.U.S. |
| — ah, that was fucking sick
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| We don’t need all the glamour and glitz
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| Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
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| Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit
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| 'Cause that’s the M.U.S. |
| — ah, that was fucking sick
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| I buy vinyl even though I ain’t a DJ
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| Original presses off of Amazon and e-bay
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| I sit there for weeks with the same tune on replay
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| Music speaks volumes and I hear what the beats say
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| Cause whether I’m raging or cold chilling, burning, sage in
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| My room, there’s a tune that’s perfect for the situation
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| Endless debating on who came with the best creation
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| But it’s irrelevant, I represent for one nation
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| (From the days of 36 I was loving this)
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| Fuck the hits, man, I want it straight from the rubbish tip
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| Beats dirty like a grubby bitch when you’re fucking it
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| Zone out to the track, forget about the other shit
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| Because I heard it as a kid but didn’t understand
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| Came to appreciate it fully as a younger man
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| Know where I stand, I’m feeling locked onto melodies
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| The energies befriending me, I’m rowdy but I’m sending peace
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| We don’t need all the glamour and glitz
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| Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
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| Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit
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| 'Cause that’s the M.U.S. |
| — ah, that was fucking sick
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| We don’t need all the glamour and glitz
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| Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
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| Or a bunch of kids standing 'round chatting some shit
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| 'Cause that’s the M.U.S. |
| — ah, that was fucking sick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Love Is Love , by - BVA. Song from the album Be Very Aware, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп