| Yo, fuck living life by the rules
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| Been this way since primary school
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| I don’t wanna be like everybody sitting on the fence
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| I’d rather go ahead and go and climb the walls
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| I might fall, anna nuttin', I’ll be back in a second
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| Taught myself to never give in, that’s a valuable lesson
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| Taking off, I don’t give a fuck if the capital let us
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| I’m the big bad FOE, that’s in capital letters
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| You better know, any challenge, I handle it, no pressure
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| In any weather, I keep it under wraps
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| Wanna step against the foe but you know
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| That there’s no coming back, don’t
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| Overreact, tryna oppose my magnus opus
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| Tryna judge my talent like you’re Amanda Holden
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| My shit can’t be measured by whips and chains
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| I ain’t no industry slave
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Yo, I drop lyrics upon lyrics and spitters don’t want it
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| Have 'em dropping by the dozen, put 'em into the coffin
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| Lyrics are vibrations with a bee in my bonnet
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| Niggas is plotting but duck out when they see that I’m on it
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| I’m dropping bombs, you know me
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| Running with the game while you stay coyote
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| New God Flow got 'em praising, holy
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| Dealing with the force, Obi Wan Kenobi, but I do things lowkey
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| So I move Shinobi, I’m swift
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| Can’t reach my level, can’t close up that rift
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| Talking 'bout money and all of that shit
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| But it’s nothing to a man if I call her, that shit
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| Young L from the south side, gotta know I’m about mine
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| Without the pound sign
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| Brudda, I’m downright ill, I outline the skill
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| Setting things straight on a real
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Spitters don’t like it when I’m about
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| Cause I go in when the lyrics still coming out
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| Drop jewels on the mic, don’t care about the crown
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| Scratching the surface and I’m tearing the game down
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| Like whoa, it’s the thirteenth beef in the pile
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| Don’t get caught slipping, brudda, I’mma pounce
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| On the beat and demolish anything that’s in my sight
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| Keep thinking you’re safe, it doesn’t mean you’re right (no, no)
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| When I grip the mic, I’m spitting nice, you know
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| I’m bringing the vibe, I kill it with style and flow
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| Who wan' test the FOE? |
| Get deaded by default
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| Eenie meenie miny mo, time to go
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| Time to see, finally, the rise of we
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| I’ll plant my staff down then I divide the sea
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| I do my thing, nah, you could never silence me
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| What the hell you mean? |
| (never)
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| I ain’t curving the game, nah, I set it straight
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| I scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks
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| Scratch the surface till the record breaks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Set It Straight , by - Commodo. Song from the album How What Time, in the genre Электроника