| What up science?
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| Old man Logan with a natural Black cock
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| Me not like foley the axel
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| See the black planet tilted on its axis
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| Run a company criss, a sky remain a practice
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| Raw thing, fallout party planet done in secret
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| Cockroach Cosby rocks control seekers
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| Leaflets dropped from helicopt’s been circling
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| Still don’t make no black cops believers
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| Waterboard some blue terror into my nostrils
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| I breathe through my Gil Scott Heron apostle
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| Sitting in a seance, cross from Sonya Sanchez
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| Mask science and then we break bread
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| Put our omen heads together, turn profit
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| Huey P’s ghost points out pig agnostics
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| Ran into Medusa in hell, give her a shot gun
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| Lift an L and then inhale, what me not got sun?
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| What me not got sun?
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| What me not got sun?
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| Little mama, she just want dance
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| Mistook the stick for an olive branch
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| He got the whole world in his hands
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| Peckerwoods like a pocket square
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| Cold bar, the lay off the blank stares
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| As civilization crumpled into air
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| Laugh aloud 'cause I’m scared
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| Ninety nine problems, better show your work
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| Don’t make me out to be the jerk when you lose your whole flirt with death
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| Lurched to the steps of the church, you’ve lost your nerve
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| Verses murked, the snipers perch
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| Blurry footage of perp' who caught the chill
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| William Hurt, kept it real
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| That White guilt won’t work
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| As he turned, the black, he smirked
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| Meaning duty he shirked
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| My weed jar burp Bulawayo sweat through a shirt
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| Travel with fifty boxes of dirt
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| Bloodsuckers, motherfuckers never loved us
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| Bastards' children have a way of just showin' up
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| Pale as fuck, two holes in the neck
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| You ain’t expect to see me on your doorstep
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| The Queen’s English is my bitch
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| Rode hard, put away wet
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| You mad as shit
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| Never mind that, you gon' invite me in?
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| Lips fat as yours is thin, but same sly grin
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| You gon' invite me in?
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| Uh, is them again
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| Uh, is them again
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| Uh, is them again
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| Uh, is them again
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| Uh, is them again
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| Uh, is them again
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| Cherry-eyed dragon swivel dipped me in the fountainhead
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| Metal mouth the house you want the balcony selects
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| Eggbeater brain all was quiet when he came through
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| Rappers all cotton bless to God that’s how we made good
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| Blue blocker vision my religion isn’t one at all
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| Shipping out the schisms, you can’t text back till the final call
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| As the oceans go, projectile vomit on a project wall
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| Spin his vinyl backwards, move your masters, homicidal roar
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| Acid and a spinal cord, friendly fire, cyber war
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| Black messiah by ya sent the dialogue, higher sloth
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| Nun cipher when your higher called, by and large folk
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| They don’t know the science on assignment, don’t get fired on
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| Is that all you locals lower do? |
| Air in the vocals
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| Leaving room for poison darts to fly by and poke you
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| Real god require blood, my sacrifice
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| don’t remove the harpoon
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| You’s a mark fool, your cave bitch swoon
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| The god’s magnetic, stretch, weigh it, measure it
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| Pyrex metric, the dab won’t get it, bang, lost trial
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| Don’t leave the A out of archive, dark time
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| Popping bar flies with the carbine, raw hides
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| Spectacular, a channeller, a gentleman, it’s him again
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| World passport, global citizen
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| (It's him again)
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| (It's him again)
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| (It's him again)
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| (It's them again) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dianetics , by - Curly CastroSong from the album Rome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп