| What we’ve come across here is something
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| That most of y’all don’t know about
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| So if we promise to let you know what the deal is
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| Y’all got to promise to listen
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| (Chorus: Majik Most)
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degree
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| (Verse 1: Dutchmasive)
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| Area code, octo uno tri Faherenheit
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| Swamp land, palm trees subparadise
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| No need for subways, we roam the city bus
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| Biodome a building block, walkmans are a must
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| I thrust attached to the back of a determined reptilian
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| Mad as fuck always dissing Floridians
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| Flood water is serious, snap the neck of most tourists
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| The vocals from a tropic state emcee can be poisonous
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| Avoid the underground railroad at 88.5
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| Or F-L-A hip hop broken down in the hive
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| I’m a strive making water aqua district you abused in
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| Not every southern melody you hear is booty music
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| I’m a run through shit, yo, Bay sound record my voice
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| I’m a be an Everglades emcee, I have no choice
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| Fuck a coast, Dutchmassive represent where alias
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| My residency is TPA, it’s like society of intelligence
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| (Chorus: Majik Most)
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degree
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| (Verse 2: Majik Most)
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| As I spit the prefix, all eyes transfixed
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| To the first tribe with archives
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| Advisers step up, amped up
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| Focused on my abnormal growth
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| Progression progression as hip hop moves on
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| Medal back support placed for torque
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| I stand strong through the Farenheits
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| Majik Most grabs the mic
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| Reveal my inner talent
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| Reign violent in your sector
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| Perfecter of the sound
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| Projects visions legendary
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| I carry the devastation to your face
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| In the place to be, my city represents me
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| The most elevated, but located below sea level
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| Uplifted peninsula, swung from east to west
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| Strike the country with humidity, swiftly
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| Sweaty back bastard from the 8−1-3
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| Emcee or monstrosities
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| Blasting adrenalin while Cramtroniks
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| Backspins with four arms
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| Emerging from his abdomen
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| (Chorus: Majik Most)
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degree
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo
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| Check that degee
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| Check that degree
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| (Verse 3: Unknown)
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| I de-grit my teeth and rip my chords at sound receivers
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| Make sure I shine for stage perceivers
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| Make doubting niggas become believers
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| Create an irreversible friction without holding heat
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| Packing a 44 centimeter blade in liquid concrete
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| Silent, suffocate off of the salt water concentrate
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| Of this whole tropic state
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| I’m inclined with 8 hundred and 13 sonic calisthenics
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| Magnificently harmonistic in this song
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| That since we fixed, asphyxiation
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| Construct 50 foot needles on every building top
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| So all you big timers can never sleep on Tampa hip hop
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| Foundations get broken as my language is spoken
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| Bet you can take that as a token, when I get you open
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| I.E. |
| the next time you hear the vibrations
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| Within my voice box, the game plan is Cyclops
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| Only one way that you can see me
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| Reincarnating, try your best of being me
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| Equilibrium’s the balance of the mind
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| And silence of divine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fahrenheit 813 , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп