| We were riding high
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| They were rolling low
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| We were grinding heavy
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| They would take it slow
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| They wanna know the game
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| But it can’t be told…
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| No it can’t be sold
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| Why they thinking that it can’t be so
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| You gotta give me space
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| I gotta hit these dates
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| Got a lot of chicks giving me chase
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| But can nobody ever seem to get me the pace, it’s quick (YA)
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| It’s Will Bixby and Gates
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| Hit 'em with the real sixteen for cake (YO)
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| For God’s sakes, what I really needs' a break
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| Break it down, roll it up, Philly weed and shake
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| Breaking down the rhyme at a millipede’s pace
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| Pray to see the light of day or will it be a waste
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| Hillary’s a fake and Don Trump’s a fraud
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| Either way they both livin' way above the law
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| Hip Hop dead, motherfuck this I’m gone
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| Master of Puppets and Justice for All
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| Load 'em up, Kill 'em All Reload and BRAT
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| Death Magnetic let them all Fade to Black
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| I been chillin' out in the back hallway
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| Waitin' for one of y’all to collapse on stage
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| My hat’s off, better get your facts all straight
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| Before you get figured out and get black balled (HEYY)
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| I see you runnin' like a track star
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| Too bad you run in a circle around in the backyard
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| It’s like nobody did ever listen to Black Star
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| And if they did they probably thought it was whack bars
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| I guess they too cool for school they act dumb
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| And sell the venom to kids and get 'em a fat sum
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| I’m Highlander maybe one of the last ones
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| Who give a fuck what they talk about in their rap song (YA)
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| We were riding high
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| They were rolling low
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| We were grinding heavy
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| They would take it slow
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| They wanna know the game
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| But it can’t be told…
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| No it can’t be sold
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| Why they thinking that it can’t be so
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| We were riding high
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| They were rolling low
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| We were grinding heavy
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| They would take it slow
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| They wanna know the game
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| But it can’t be told…
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| And it can’t be sold
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| When you’re rollin' with the banditos
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| Keep an eye on the clock as the hands go around
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| Cause you gotta know the time and the season
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| Listen up and everybody soundin' like clowns
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| They never had a rhyme nor a reason
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| The roof is on fire everybody leavin'
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| The air is still and it got everybody wheezin'
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| I got the keys keys keys got the keys keys keys
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| Which means I be gone for the weekend
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| These idiots be acting like I ain’t got it when I always had it
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| Been at it with a pad and a pen and it never mattered the patterns
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| I was developin' hell I been a veteran long as a lot of y’all walkin' the
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| planet and
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| I don’t need an automatic I’m doing this out of habit, you silly rabbit
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| Anybody can have it if you in it then grab it, do it good as the baddest
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| Take a look at the status yeah it’s Godi doin' the Hammerdance
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| Go ahead and forfeit you never had a chance
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| They holla at us and we answer with an avalanche
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| I’m going Super Saiyan stayin' in a battle stance
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| Kamehameha flying out of both of my hands
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| I need a milli Travis said to give me that advance
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| I probably well enough to never need a battle plan
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| Even the Murs guy said I was a battered man
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| Show me the money tell me put it in my fucking hand
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| We were riding high
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| They were rolling low
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| We were grinding heavy
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| They would take it slow
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| They wanna know the game
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| But it can’t be told…
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| No it can’t be sold
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| Why they thinking that it can’t be so
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| We were riding high
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| They were rolling low
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| We were grinding heavy
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| They would take it slow
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| They wanna know the game
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| But it can’t be told…
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| And it can’t be sold
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| When you’re rollin' with the banditos |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highlander , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп