| Is your, ah, computer operative?
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| Excellent! |
| (ay, yo)
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| Excellent!
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| Stop playin', it’s my turn to smoke
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| Heavy dose of that murder I wrote, don’t let it burn your throat
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| I ain’t from the same cloth, they be turnin' coats
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| I’m hood, good here to Chi-town, to Sherman Oaks
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| Ain’t nothin' worse than true lies but new lies
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| I’m too wise, they be actin' like they shoe size
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| Stormy days make you pray to see them blue skies
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| I’m from the fire, right next to where the jewel lies
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| Scrutinize if you must, in CZAR we trust
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| Who hard as us? |
| Boy, we hit you with the karma touch
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| Tough as a armored truck, fresh like a barber cut
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| They love the words, simply marvelous
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| Check this file
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| Check-check-check-check this file
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| Check this file
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| Check-check-check-check this file
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| Your flow did it two retros ago (sure is!)
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| You was s’posed to beat me two death blows ago
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| We can go, we can go
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| Toe-to-toe
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| We can go
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| Toe-to-toe (Excellent!)
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| E-S back, when you thought I might’a mellowed
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| Grab the mic and rap you fuck you, don’t get Aiello’d
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| (Check this file)
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| My mind is the nine, so the brain’ll shoot ya
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| When I write, it’s like Stephen Strange lookin' in the future
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| There’s a shorty, umm, you got a corgi
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| I’m sippin' 40s and Rick and Morty’s on (Excellent!)
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| Slow servin' got me on the verge of murder
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| So catch me at your mom’s house, what up, Tom Segura?
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| Peep the aura, Zuck' in the Azura
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| tug-and-pull
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| I’m dangerous like Church’s and storefronts
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| Favorite rappers gettin' killed, what they want?
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| More guns (you can’t be serious)
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| Your flow did it two retros ago
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| You was s’posed to beat me two death blows ago
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| We can go, we can go
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| Toe-to-toe
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| We can go
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| Toe-to-toe
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| Wonder Twin powers activate
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| Form of: fire, everlasting flames
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| Street playa like Chicago, Mack the game
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| The response is, «Your Highness» when they ask his name
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| Obviously, he can control the molecular arrangement of his body
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| Yeah, but the odds are against you
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| Uh-huh…
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| I’ll livestream your team on the widescreen
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| As I beat a plea despite being obscene
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| Like a pipedreamin' crackhead’s hygiene
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| Rhymes eat your soul, put you in a sleeper hold
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| Goodnight Irene
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| Like and Adonis, I’m crazier than Xavier on the Sonics
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| You move the crowd, I hit stadiums with comets
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| And make the haters vomit as I read a Cable comic
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| This is food for thought, better put a label on it
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| This what happens when the shit is fresh, ya na’mean?
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| It’s like wild caught
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| They out there farm-raised, ya na’mean?
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| Sharing their house with the next wildling
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| Wildling
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| Wildling
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| Wildling |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bizarro , by - CZARFACE. Song from the album The Odd Czar Against Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп