| It’s that Czarface shit
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| Murderous wordplay
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| My verbs slay
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| Ya heard me?
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| Yo, yo, let’s go
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| More rings the Mario Elie, rocking the Pelle
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| On Bond Street, ordering salmon only the belly
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| Peace to Toro, all my niggas wore 'lo
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| Fuckin' with raw blow, never go to war slow
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| Shit, I’m know for rocking silk collectibles
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| Hardcore gutter, my style straight out of vestibules
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| Now we at festivals throwing the crowd vegetables
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| Looking fly on stage grabbing my testicles
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| Four color camo, full clip don’t need ammo
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| Shooting with a broken strap like a ripped sandal
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| Cop whips and crash ‘em, pop guns and blast ‘em
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| Make cracks and stash ‘em, come through and splash ‘em
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| Nigga acting wild is my style, it’s all fashion
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| Non-biodegradable team, we all-lasting
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| Used to get home sick, now I’m getting sick of home
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| So I breeze OT, getting some different dome
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| I’m lights out sorta like closing time
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| I’ll body your soul and leave you with an open mind
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| Skywalker with the force, call me Czar Fonz
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| Going and blowing from the start like car bombs
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| Rubber grips on the cordless, applaud this
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| Girls behaving badly, I call Lucy Lawless
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| I’m on it, broadcast live from Ground Zero
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| Culture savior, label the town hero
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| Yeah your boys lost from the coin toss
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| Know the slogan, can’t beat ‘em better join force
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| In the ‘hood like shitty apartments
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| Hate me now on some Diddy and Nas shit
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| City of God shit, mobbin', fedoras and cigars lit
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| Face-czar, lock the block like a cal roarin'
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| You talk about green son, I’m Hal Jordan
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| I got money in my jeans, killer in my blood
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| With shit like this yo I kill it like I peel a slug
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| Rappers wanna feed off my buzz, I don’t need all them hugs
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| You my dog right? |
| Eat off them rugs
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| I made G’s off a thug shit even though I’m a grown man
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| Walk around holding hand of my son shit
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| You can’t spit that pun shit without having to punch shit
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| We run shit, murder with words not on some gun shit
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| I’m low down dirty and deceitful
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| Landlord kick me out the crib said his residence was evil
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| My face don’t deserve to be sketched on an easel
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| It belongs on a mountain next to legendary people
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| I’m lethal, Czarface someone that the cops avoid
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| Been killing y’all since Nick Fury was a caucazoid
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| Mind’s brilliant but it’s twisted like the thoughts of Freud
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| 'Lo'd out, kiss the canvas like you box with Floyd
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| I body rappers automatically
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| And leave ‘em deader than my iPhone battery
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| «Got to get to someplace where I can plug in my extension cord and recharge.»
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| «An electrical outlet. |
| Can he find one in time?» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deadly Class, artist - Meyhem Lauren. Album song Every Hero Needs a Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп