| My shit is that crack rock
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| Hollywood cocaine
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| So Thelonious man, that beat is that Coltrane
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| Fresh out the North American wilderness
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| Blessed like an Islamic pilgrimage
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| Chop lines that’ll shine like a sun on the pyramids
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| Mecca be the place where the heart of my spirit is
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| ‘Cuz snakes by the grass just to show where they venom is
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| The crack is so limitless, but hardly seen
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| Niggas talk about they paper, but they hardly cream
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| Brothers claim they cook white but they hardly steam
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| My flowss lines of that coke, nigga Charlie Sheen
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| The scroll excellent, high-power like Mescaline
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| Asiatic specimen, resurrecting your next of kin
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| I spit the fire voltage, prescribe a higher dosage
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| From my divine opus you subscribe and leave your mind focused
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| You now rockin' with the Son of Man
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| Kill wack rappers at the jam like the Son of Sam
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| Move like a thief in the night
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| Promoters better have my cheese before I breathe on the mic
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| My shit is that crack rock
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| Hollywood cocaine
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| So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane
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| Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain
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| This is your life
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| Look around and it’s so strange
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| My shit is that crack rock
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| Hollywood cocaine
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| So Thelonious, man that beat is that Coltrane
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| Black Tar Heron, Morris and Cobain
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| This is your life
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| Look around and it’s so strange
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| This be that Fash Ecology, black psychology
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| Drop it like a comet or Muhammad kickin' prophecy
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| We don’t get along like Ahmadinejad and Ariel Sharon
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| And that’s cause y’all cloned
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| You cats tried to copy me, repossess your crowns
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| 'Cuz the Dirty Science colony holds monopoly on thrones (Haa)
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| Blaze your dome, that be the king’s chair, and how you dare ever raise your tone
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| To some royal ones, killin' all traitors and unloyal ones
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| Brother man, walk the Motherland where the soil, sun, sky, and the clouds black
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| We gon' make the crowd clap and heads nod
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| Writers write about us in they headlines
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| Co$$ is like a mixture of that thug nigga from Oakland
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| And that Biggie man from Bed-Stuy
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| Focus with my best eye — the third one
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| Burnin' down trees ‘til the herb done
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| The Earth spun off the axis, then reversed months, lets take it back
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| Funny how them nukkas claiming realest be the fakest acts
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| The first ones that’s faking jacks, you know my M-O
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| I’m talking worldwide, San Dago to South Central
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| We gon' get that change, plain and simple
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| The flow get 'em open like, opiates
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| Every line i write, like a line of China White, the pulp fiction over dose clip
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| I put a pencil in motion, to make a motion picture, kinda like that blow flick,
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| minus the broke bitch
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| I spit it so vivid, we so living it, yall niggas is so fiction, I’m so sick of
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| this
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| I’m Nino Brown, rock heads like (?), new jack city out the 'lac get a hit of
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| this
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| Dirty Science coming through the speakers, breaking beakers
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| And the recipe is secret, 'till we link it to the leakers-
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| Put it on the street first, leave it out for research
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| Wait until they fiening then we lead 'em like a sheep herd
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| See sir, we cooking up that product out the pot that got 'em
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| Out of body, out of mind, thinking that they leave earth
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| Got 'em coming out their pockets when they landing feet first
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| Welcome back, greet 'em with a heater |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DRUGS Ft. Coss & Makeshift, artist - Dag SavageAlbum song The Dag Savage - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп