| I close my eyes
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| Before I fell but saw the stars when I looked up
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| Cheese in the sky is what we thought what the moon was
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| You know what
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| Rain on my window pane
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| Be sounding loud like as drum man
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| Keep both eyes up like Maj Payne
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| Man the sleeper go to dream
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| I’m Rowdy Rod Pied Piper, the beats
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| My heart beat slow like thump
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| I can feel it in my chest
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| We got enough flows to be the best
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| (?) Sorta aorta in my text
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| I demand change the game
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| Out of order I call next
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| You playing on sidelines
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| What you rhyme right
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| Night dream about limelight
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| Life gave me some lemons
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| I made sprite
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| Refresh it when I write, so quenching
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| Enter the stage
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| Breathing the breath of Johnny Cage
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| About to do the splits
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| And punch you between the legs
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| Fucking rapper
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| Sweatpants grandmaster
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| With his hat backwards
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| A master with a bachelors
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| Trying to reach for an asterisk
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| About to cock back and start blasting with my voice
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| Choosing the microphone as a scope
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| On my weapon of choice
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| You’re seeing my sounds
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| Wordsmith and word is vision believe it now
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| While I lead the profound
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| From the underground without selling out, (so how you rap?)
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| I master my habitat
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| Subterranean mutated lab rat
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| Swinging a battle axe
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| Master Splinter with a mask
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| Finna just smash contenders
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| And blow the roof off of this manhole
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| Listening to Camp Lo
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| And walk around like Trevor Phillips in Los Santos
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| Welcome to Fabulous Five
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| Get em high as a lamp post
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| Brother (?) close (?)
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| Quick as a camp roast
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| Sing of the samples I
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| Got to chop em like Rambo
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| My ammo-nition is spitting missions of vandals, no Van Gogh
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| Show them titties I’ll paint you in sandals
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| Put it on GM building and duck it low
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| When the cameras roll
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| The animal, monkey see on the Discovery Channel though
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| So tell me bro
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| Why the po-po don’t want us to live no more?
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| (Shit I don’t know)
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| Is it because we poor coppin
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| Rillos from liquor stores
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| What you building for?
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| Further destroy, never employ
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| Lawyer deploy, life is a toy
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| Calling me boy, filling the void
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| Never avoid, always annoyed
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| Its never a choice
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| Why I make noise
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| (?) and the boy
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| Combination the fact that we the only underground rappers
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| Even been to Europe and back splurging
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| But rarely crack the surface
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| Still minus all of them blemishes
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| Emerging from the shadows immaculate
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| Ladies rolling, the players toasting the manuscript
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| Absolutily damaging, to any MCs
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| You couldn’t handle these four eyes with five
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| Meet you with it or I’m coming for it either way
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| It’ll probably be both, critical dual approach
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| Literal, physical
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| Get at you nigga, mental fool
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| Not your average, typical
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| Shit that you’re hearing on the radio
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| That audio poison only intent to destroy you
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| Got me more focused knowing they lacing fluorine in the water
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| But fuck it, they say the general public is too complacent
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| With that booty shaking, bottle popping jargon
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| Kill a nigga, harm them
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| Now they playing our hits
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| People be switching up quick
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| Niggas be stealing styles fast
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| Knowing that shit just won’t last
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| And I just want to live and move my mama out the hood, uh
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| Cheese in the sky got a nigga feeling good
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| I just want to live, move my mama out the hood nigga
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| Cheese in the sky got a nigga feeling good, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cheese In the Sky , by - Clear Soul Forces. Song from the album Fab Five, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп