| Key in the ignition, bout' to ride the beat
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| Third CD, fire for that ass like a heated seat
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| Live from, the Motor man, you know the name
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| And we swerving into your lane get out the way
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| Beep beep, hey hey
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| This that hit like melee
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| A sharper image to Peter Parker that’s one for JJ
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| If my job and
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| Mayday, keep it movin, you schooling fish filet
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| I meant two fish fill it
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| My words they impute genius
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| Genius who rose above the ashes, the ingrained phoenix
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| We in, go in, til the day my daughter really rich
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| Even though her mother lame as fuck and always talking shit (wack)
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| Suck it up, sucks watch your ex make it on the scene
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| Success, rub it in your face, get some Maybelline
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| Gazerbeam, wash it off
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| But Sizzle never drying off
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| We shoot em keep it moving
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| We get cracking like a mazel tov
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| And you the wanted bruh, son of Scott Summers
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| That’s Cable
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| Not on that bitch cause we don’t have a label
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| No fabels
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| That’s why they never spin that like a dreidel
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| Fatal, Cain and Azel
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| Master chief on that halo
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| Shotgun a spartan laser prepare to g-guard your navel
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| Can’t wait until your book is pitched, we better be your payroll
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| Hold up and let me stop it cause of a flashing (uh-uh, uh)
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| Perry Allen, he like the teeth on dragons
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| No diss DC, except the Complex is where magic happens
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| Nameless, keep on making heat and we just keep on rapping
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| (Nigga back off)
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| I’m drunk, high, and I’m wasted
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| (Bout to blast off)
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| No time for the fake shit
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| (Better get lost)
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| This beat just get to thumping
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| And we get to head hunting
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| For any nigga that want it
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| Nigga we done ran the gauntlet
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| Up up out of the moshpit, slums
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| You either hoop, bust flows, or in the streets, shit
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| Then people switch, one minute they give you dap
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| Then they snatch away they hand cause they can’t understand your raps
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| Fuck that, judmental, fickle, bitter as a pickle ass
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| Backstab, snake grass, light it, hit the blunt, pass
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| One time, motherfuck the One Time
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| They just locking niggas up, using up electrons
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| We bomb, Detroit
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| We ride, destroy
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| We bomb, Detroit
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| We ride, destroy
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| Abuse substance, welcome to Hell’s kitchen
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| Devil’s palm audio, dream chase cardio
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| Only the beginning
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| We done been to rock bottom
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| And came out on top like kicking out of The Rock’s finisher
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| Our state of mind global, you could rule the city
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| Verbal black belt body your wordplay sensei
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| Nigga, enter the dragon when I’m spazzing
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| Engaging in Mortal Kombat with half of them is inadequate
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| Four headed monster, welcome to the roster
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| Where you see rappers, we see food, Red Lobster
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| Be a main course, your favorite rapper’s the cheese biscuit appetizer
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| Kicking your ass in a pair of these Pippins
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| Pimping, who’s in your Top Four? |
| We hunt yours
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| Spoken word hard as rock, welcome to Rap Rushmore
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| People closest to me be doubting behind my back
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| Like «your brother got a good job, nigga why you trying to rap?»
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| «Grow up, get a job», what I wanna work at Kroger for?
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| God’s gift, manifest destiny with my vocal chords
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| Nigga what, get em up
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| Describe our sound, real as fuck
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| Nigga what, get em up
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| Describe our sound, real as fuck |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Movin, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Detroit Revolution(S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп