| To every being ever called up to spend
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| Just a blink 'fore it ends — we gon' bring y’all in
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| A couple cling to the wall they defend
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| Either sink or swim — we gon' bring y’all in
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| Baby string can’t haul them gems
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| You trynna ring all ten? |
| Time to bring y’all in
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| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen
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| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in
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| Scent of my magnetism is animalistic
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| Luck of the nothin' - tug of the draw’s pan-pacific, kid
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| Knuckle and brawl and handle your business
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| Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin' - rhythm deficient
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| Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate
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| If you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in your gait
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| Strode steady for years, still standin' after my appearance here
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| Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear
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| Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-restraint
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| Self-proclaimed prophets have felt faint
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| Shell of a saint yellin' devilish thangs in their harangue
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| This fella claims the spirit is spent? |
| Tell him it ain’t
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| From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back
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| Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flack
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| Tapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematics
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| The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of it
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| Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer
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| Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor
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| I ain’t mad atcha — a waste of anger to hate ya
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| Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature
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| Who’s sayin' preservation’s makin' it stagnate advancement?
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| State your place and I’mma wait for your answer
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| They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous
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| I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make 'em gravitate
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| Everything gets resolved I attend
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| Either fiend or friend — we gon' bring y’all in
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| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin
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| What I seen appall men — time to bring y’all in
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| Intervene, my involvement depends
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| On the steam awe lends — enough to bring y’all in
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| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin
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| Holla «clean I been» after we bring y’all in
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| Assault the sire, y’all admire my moxie
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| Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy
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| Knockin' me for constancy I be within my element
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| Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelve-inch
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| The blend’s off — pitch it right, livin' like a bitch of my mentors?
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| When vinyl’s all you’re spinnin' on Crenshaw
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| Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry
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| I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let 'em talk now
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| Impossible shot from a broken arrow
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| Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot
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| I’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract
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| It’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packs
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| Skirt past, cursin' at us claiming the lanes are for these
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| I pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speed
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| I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes
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| Acquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go)
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| To every being ever called up to spend
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| Just a blink 'fore it ends — we gon' bring y’all in
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| A couple cling to the wall they defend
|
| Either sink or swim — we gon' bring y’all in
|
| Baby string can’t haul them gems
|
| You trynna ring all ten? |
| Time to bring y’all in
|
| I turn a king to a thrall of the pen
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| And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all in
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| Everything gets resolved I attend
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| Either fiend or friend — we gon' bring y’all in
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| The kid dream in the drawl of his kin
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| What I seen appall men — time to bring y’all in
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| Intervene, my involvement depends
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| On the steam awe lends — enough to bring y’all in
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| I felt the sting when swallowin' the gin
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| Holla «clean I been» after we bring y’all in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song House , by - Common Market. Song from the album Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп