| Look
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| Catch me in the base, trynna send a package up-state
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| 20 P’s of each box wrapped in a package and tape
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| I ain’t never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist
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| Nigga get out of pocket, I’ma put you back in your place
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| Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I’m straight
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| Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe
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| You said you iller than Machine, that’s like a slap in the face
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| You can’t match the raps I create or tracks that I make
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| Ayo look, hold up
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| That was the 8th? |
| (Ay that was the 8th bar)
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| I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I’m great
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| I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace
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| You see all these racks that I made, got a staggering weight
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| I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape
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| Smoking gas with my nigga Burner in the back of a rave
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| I promise most of these rappers is fake
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| Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th
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| I know that this is 16th but fuck that
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| When I rap I go apeshit
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| So when
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| It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake
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| You seem paid in full, what happened to 8th
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| Aghhh
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| Uh, I’m in rare form (uh-huh)
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| 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom Boom)
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| Rare form
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| I’m in a whole 'nother zone
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| Well, tell the niggas I’m in rare form
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| Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy nigga)
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| 'Cause on every song I’m a motherfucking monster (uhh)
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| I’m in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)
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| Motherfucker I’m in rare form
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| It’s the almighty machine
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| Ain’t no rapper hard like bars like the machine
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| All night on the scene, so raw and it was clean
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| In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr)
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| Don’t think I’m slippin', the four right in my jeans
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| I will let it off and
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| The big dawg, I ball like I’m Kareem
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| With the hooks, they ain’t know that the
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| I’m a God, right? |
| And you like Cartwright
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| From the free-throw line, I take off like I’m
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| All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends
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| Slept by the doorbell when all night it would rain
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| wrapped in McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams
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| She don’t rock the, my broad
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| Copped the designer things and all type of new bling
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| Rocking Louis, Supreme, get long pipe to your queen
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| The machine
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| Line 'em niggas up, man
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| That’s my word, line 'em niggas up
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| And not none of this shit hit no nigga
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| Ain’t none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, nigga
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| I just stand in front of the mic and let that shit go, nigga
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| Drums, we flood niggas
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| I’m in rare form, nigga
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| (Come on, nigga) Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me when I’m just doing like this
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| Ayy, how y’all gon' fuck with me when I write it, nigga
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| I mean ask yourself
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| Is you fuckin serious nigga
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| Machine, bitch
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| Yahhhhh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rare Form , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп