| Welcome back, welcome back…
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| I don’t know if you’ve noticed
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| But we have some special guests here tonight with us
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| Get on up, you know who are
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| Yeah, once again, live…
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| Let’s play a game called Simon Says
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| Let’s see if you can find some bread
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| Since niggas act like they found the steps
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| Find out I’m five steps ahead
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| They got ditched, left in a trench
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| The foot soldiers missed some steps
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| Looks like they gotta retrace their tracks
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| Or face what’s in my missile rack
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| Zoom, boom, erase their past
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| This the future, we laid our path
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| We thought about it, we made our plan
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| They can’t catch that with a radar scan
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| Played y’all cast, no addition
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| They missed the show, no admission
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| They be actin', they won’t admit it
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| A fallen star in the solar system
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| I wanna know what’s really going on
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| What’s behind that wall? |
| I know that I’m not off
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| They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall
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| As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball
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| My word is law, I know they heard that part before
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| I broke it down to pieces, it’s a puzzle to them all
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| They think they right on, they couldn’t be more wrong
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| Well, put this shit together, I can’t do it for you all
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| They think too small, figure that they’re big shots
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| If they got the combination, why they gotta pick the lock?
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| They laughin' in my face thinking they gon' crack the safe
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| But I planned this from the gate, I just watch ‘em take the bait
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| It’s easy to catch a rat—just put some cheese on the trap
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| Shipwrecked, they want a raft—about to take a piranha bath
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| They outta pocket, I respond and act—that don’t teach ‘em, karma can
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| They sold out for a bargain and, now they wonder why they heart the man
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| I wanna know what’s really going on
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| What’s behind that wall? |
| I know that I’m not off
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| They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall
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| As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball
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| Your intellect so microscopic
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| We kindly request you stay off topic
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| Me and my friend won’t conform for profit
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| Been that way since Wheaties and lozenge
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| Oh, won’t you hand me one while I mop this
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| Mannequin masquerade, that’s my nautilus
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| Trying to ascertain as talk shit
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| Walking Dead coming off so obnoxious
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| High off the Xanax and they think they rockin'
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| Put ‘em in a panic, it be stripped of nonsense
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| But I did not come to kill your cons
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| I came to uplift, enrich, and launch this
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| Terrible terrific ceremony of mosh pits
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| Sucked into the middle of your moniker mantra
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| Middle finger dangling a double entendre
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| We fuckin' it up and you fuck it up with the drama
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| Don’t try to blame me
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| It’s been sighted, you can’t see
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| Wrong page, basically
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| In plain English—they can’t read
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| Situations, they can’t escape it
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| And now they on a hate spree
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| Poppin' shit like I can’t peep
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| But sooner or later, they gotta face me
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| If they got a bone to pick, it’s best
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| To do that shit in the flesh
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| Simple—in theory, yes
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| In practice—
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| Petro, they gotta let go of ego they hide behind
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| They would rather try to lie, enslave mentally, the highest crime
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| I wanna know what’s really going on
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| What’s behind that wall? |
| I know that I’m not off
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| They paint a pretty picture but I see the writing on the wall
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| As soon as they miss a shot, they see ‘em on the ball
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| On the ball… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On the Ball , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Gate 13, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп