| Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh
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| Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh
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| Show with me, make we roll some weed uh
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| Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh
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| Ey yo, I had to make this beat available offline
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| Just in case the power goes out in the middle of my rhyme
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| Improvising, improving, maximizing my ability to do this
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| Pullin' strings even when my mouth’s not moving
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| The black cat that’s stoopin' on the love boat film or action movies
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| You want to hate boat troll? |
| Then active coofy
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| The intellectual thinker is attracted to me
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| Rollin' up Scooby snack doobies, take two puffs and pass it to me
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| Sittin' in the back of a jacked up tailgate
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| I know my bitch look young, but she ain’t jailbait
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| Copenhagen’s known for fake, she kinda like how it taste
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| That’s why she all up in my face
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| Speakerbox boomin' all up in that *place*
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| Codename 308s, Can-I-Bus that *great?*
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| Holdin' hands, singin' kumbaya, it’s too late
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| They say a racial war coming, go paint your face
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| Ripper verse psychology curse, statue even during apologies
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| Are you not entertained? |
| Then follow me
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| Cody wasn’t for hire, brief fabricated slam fire
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| Silver rounds for the vampires
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| Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh
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| Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh
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| Show with me, make we roll some weed uh
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| Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh
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| Now let’s stay on topic, let’s talk about it
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| My product and my latest Hip-Hop project, CBD vaporizers
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| Gold plated Olmec face, they come with a golden neck brace
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| Senior technician, 401K
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| Activate, smash your face with the trey eight strapped around the waist
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| Then dump you in a dilapidated place
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| Beat 'em down with aluminum, then I put two in 'em
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| The harlem world hooligan with a bad boy pseudonym
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| Throw you off a highrise, see if you can skydive
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| They fear me like cavlike (?) tile, black child
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| Go surgical, chop it up vertical
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| Bars from my notebook murder you
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| Can you say «testicular turpitude»?
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| 'Course you can’t! |
| Tongue twister metaphors put you in a trance
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| In that sunken place doing the drunken dance
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| Wake up, upside down hung by the pants
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| M-m-monster truck transmission, crush your hands
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| Body blows to the guts, stomach cramps, tough man
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| I’m a sheepdog covered by the blood of the lamb
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| Im hot, my hands are warm, my mind is cold
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| Together they strum notes on the strings of your soul
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| I was there when they put Hip-Hop under arrest
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| When the artificial intelligence took its first breath
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| The Boston Dynamics mechanics scoured the planet for antediluvian amulets
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| buried in Atlantis
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| The haters just talk shit cuz if I ever break loose they panic
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| They don’t know I got brain damage
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| Wake up every morning, yo I must succeed uh
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| Nationwide ruckus, make the word stampede uh
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| Show with me, make we roll some weed uh
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| Mad charge nigga, now I must proceed uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nationwide Ruckus , by - Canibus. Song from the album Full Spectrum Dominance Repolarization, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп