| Yeah
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| So pass the mic and let me motivate
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| Movements for the music get your soul to shake
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| Hold on wait
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| Claiming you’re the sickest and they sold no tapes
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| I can tell you’re rookie from your jumper stage till spitting in your vocal
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| break
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| Today I woke up late I was dreaming scheming
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| Trying to find some deeper meaning
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| Astral projecting I’m beaming
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| Can someone help me get down from the ceiling
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| Cause I’m floating puff-puff pass then I know
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| I’m toking potent to keep my focus open
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| I’m in the kitchen cooking soul food
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| Same time I’m having sex over the surface
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| Coops you so crude
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| Most of these rappers ain’t got no clue
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| I got that special recipe
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| Their necessity they bringing less than me
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| So be ready to draw your weapon see
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| Cause I’m a veteran G
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| I write this bars using telepathy
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| Leaving MC’s in jeopardy
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| No one can second me
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| I’m moving to guys like Kazuya (Mishima) in Tekken 3
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| Please…
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Yeah
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| These man are jazzing
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| While I’m on the beat spazzing
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| Got the magic touch I’m guessing he hasn’t
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| And her feet in the air
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| Tell her to give her an orgasm
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| Opened (up) with a small cousin
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| With a thing that should win
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| The beauty pageant
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| Imagination coordination
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| Of my demonstration through the celebration
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| Of microphone exhalation
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| Got no expectation for this generation
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| In this foolish nation
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| That is trying figure who is the coolest waste man
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| In this world of product placements and mass displacement
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| I just stay making bangers in the basement
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| Keep the world adjacent
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| This is a scary place where is Freddy and Jason
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| Feeling to smack him in the face
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| I’m aggravated and impatience
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| Terrorizing the terrorist I’m trying to fuck my therapist
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| Living in London till it’s derelict or they bury it
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| You can find me on the ferry list smoking on some cherry shit
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| On my way to Amsterdam the way I live is very sick
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| Yeah
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz)
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| Stop talking (all that Jazz) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That Jazz , by - Coops. Song from the album No Brainer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп