| Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
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| Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
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| Every rapper in the house, shut the fuck up
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| Don’t go against the weathermen
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| You gonna get fucked up
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| And I ain’t fucked up now bluffin' the basics
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| Let stuff in the Asics from that kid huffin the matrix
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| I let my brain cells fight it out and throw the lighter out
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| You ain’t even got hands to hold the guns you write about
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| Ain’t got a heater and why Cage need more than four fists?
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| I stay puttin it down and don’t come off this?
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| Complice not needed spray dolo
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| With more letter combinations in my blood than K Solo
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| LSD, THC, PCP, the only three I need left is GED
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| You know you can’t stand the manic
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| Even if you don’t get the picture the point of view’s still panoramic
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| Chemical organic, leaf is clouding
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| Get your contact back in in 3 plus two thousand
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| This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical’s great
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| This is my brain on drugs these are the drugs on my brain
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| I stab the shit out of Clyde just like I bludgeoned his dame
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| After I fucked her insane?
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| That sex pistol got a chest to spray
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| . |
| the fuck?
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| You think my identity was born yesterday?
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| Been the prince elite since the purple rain was in the street
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| I parted the projects for that sea of sulphur you seek
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| And if bein by my gun matched the drink in my glass
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| This incredible ho, lick on her incredible ass
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| Lick with care, Snake Pliskin drift in and tear off
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| Escape from New York and come back when the 'shish wear off
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| Personality pair off til my skin frays
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| Been off for ten days feel like two still light blue
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| The blast Ferarri bed
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| Ain’t forgivin a ho for givin' up sorry head
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| Vintage electronic and Barbie wed
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| Label’s try to hype you up like you goin' fight Royce
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| Like Def Jam fucked around and signed the wrong white boy
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| This is Federal hate the dead are awake the medical’s great
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| Get lots of brain but the birds are vain and peck at anything
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| You spit it you bit it and then you got your car kitted, you get it?
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| Travel on somebody else’s dime and can still pull out the nine
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar
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| This is the life of a underground rapstar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Underground Rapstar , by - Cage. Song from the album Weatherproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп