| I started in the game on the grind and I still am
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| All of it off the sweat on my back without a deal man
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| Spit it real, and treat em like protected areas in Alaska
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| Cause they about to know the drill man
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| So fuckin' illy that I got to pop a pill again Adderall,
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| X all 20 or 30 milligrams
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| Gotta stay focused in the land of opportunity
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| Prepared for any twist and turn that anybody threw at me
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| Grew to be a beast learned it all up in the cypher
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| All off the top slaughtered 90% of you writers
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| Regardless of my fuckin' heritage and nationality
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| I grew up decapitating anybody who battled me
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| Rapping rapidly ain’t nobody be lapping me
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| Jackie joiner curses 26 paces in back of me
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| An alcoholic but fuck it homie I’d rather be
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| Liquored up not giving a fuck and living lavishly
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| On the go hard diet I burn calories
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| Setting fire to mics til the melted plastic and ash you see
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| I’ve lost my marbles somebody should straight jacket me
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| Latch it and throw the key in the deepest part of the blackest sea
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| Toss me on an island like fuckin' Survivor casted me
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| And still I’ll make it back and make every hater a casualty
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| Running Connecticut shouts to my homie Apathy
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| And shouts to everyone who supported me on my path to be
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| Successful in one way or an other cus grammatically
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| They know no one could fuck with my metaphorical masterpiece
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| Got the fuckin' Grim Reaper coming after me
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| The good die young someone show me where the casket be
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| I keep on moving forward
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| With my head held high
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| I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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| Ain’t no use in stopping
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| I got nothing left to hide
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| I do this shit forever
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| You couldn’t stop me if you tried
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| Nobody fuckin' with my flow man
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| Modern day Comanche swords swinging in both hands
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| Hip hop is all I know man dank
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| Bitches to Chronic 2001 motherfuckin' Slow Jam
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| Keep grinding til the day that Webby holds the belt
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| Make my haters sit the fuck down Franky Roosevelt
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| With that polio flow homie I’m dope as hell
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| Captain of my movement and I’m treating all of my soldiers well
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| My fans know I won’t give rhyming a rest
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| And I mean that, from the left side of my chest
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| I got heart, so all you motherfuckers step your game up
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| Me with a microphone is like Bob Ross with a paint brush
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| All you lame fucks getting pummeled from the waist up
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| I don’t need a cheap shot to leave your raps laid up
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| Shane Mosley with punches fuckin' your face up
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| Eating at roofs Chris now let me raise the stakes up
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| I keep on moving forward
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| With my head held high
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| I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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| Ain’t no use in stopping
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| I got nothing left to hide
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| I do this shit forever
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| You couldn’t stop me if you tried
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| I keep on moving forward
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| With my head held high
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| I do this shit forever or at least until I die
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| Ain’t no use in stopping
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| I got nothing left to hide
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| I do this shit forever
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| You couldn’t stop me if you tried |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Until I Die , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album There Goes The Neighborhood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп