| «I was Audi 5000» — Ice Cube 'Alive On Arrival'
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| Earth rumbling
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| Deity humbling
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| U.F.O.'s are hovering, times are so troubling
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| Doctors started hustling, blood starts puddling
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| I’m shuttering, discovering, they just started shuttling
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| Humans to the surface of Mars
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| Cops searchin' our cars to confiscate notebooks, verses and bars
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| Aquaman lungs live in worlds like Atlantis
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| Cause we destroyed the whole planet with ecological damage
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| Helicopters patrol, doctors chop up our souls
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| When we go off the Zoloft we outta control
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| Now we paranoid animals, A Planet Of Apes
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| With nowhere to escape unless we launch into space
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| So I gathered all my old school Clue mixtapes
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| And started diggin' in the crates before we disintegrate
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| Demigodz, fuck bitches, get money, not much else
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| I’m Audi 5000 'fore I pass it to Celph
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| «I was Audi 5000»
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| They said it was a murder attempt
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| Cause when I punched him in the skull it left a permanent dent
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| Baritone voice with some nice patterns
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| Fuck a polar bears toe nail, I’m colder than Antarctic ice caverns
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| Mice and rabbits, they all looked at as snake food
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| But I’m hungry for bitches marinatin' in my bake roast
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| Stomp through like I had earthquake shoes
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| Showed you how to commit murder over break loops and let AK’s shoot
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| My flow can move mountains
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| Bank account’s a loot fountain
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| Yeah I need two accountants, really who’s countin'? |
| (I don’t know)
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| My water pistol shoots a potent starch
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| That’ll have you lookin' like the dude who stood in front of the open Arc
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| Intelligent war sword wielder
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| Reroute the ignition to your gas tank
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| Charles Dutton four wheeler
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| Demigodzilla
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| You should already know, I’m Audi 5000 so I’ll pass it to Mo'
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| «I was Audi 5000»
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| The most ignorant
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| Every verse ridiculous
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| Satan sadistic
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| Caught in church gettin' his dick licked
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| Hallelujah, all praise to the Godz
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| The dopest nigga alive is now arrived
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| Fuck for the love, I’m tryin' to cash in for a mil' or two
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| And show you monkey ass niggas how gorillas do
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| Bring on the bestest, claim he’s spittin' that ether boy
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| Bet when we meet he greet me like Tim Tebow scored
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| It’s hoodie, two shoes, mad rude, no home trainin'
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| Send your bitch back, ass hurt and throat achin'
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| I’m Doe Rakeing, sippin' Henny at probation
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| A lot of dollars made off of that powder that’s Caucasian
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| And any beef shit, no secret how I do
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| Battle kiss your forehead like your mama duke
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| The new Big Daddy Kane, Ain’t No Half Steppin'
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| I’m Audi five G till the rat ranch dressing
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| «I was Audi 5000»
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| I’m Audi 5000 G
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| Oh yeah, I’m outty, like a Saudi I got mouths to feed
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| The revolution will not be televised
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| What you mean?
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| I just spent ten grand fillin' my house with flat screens
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| Some gasoline and empty bottles of bourbon
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| The kind of cocktail party you leave first degree burns with
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| I’m filthy, the dirty version, no detergent
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| If rap was Iraq, I’d be a fuckin' insurgent
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| I blow the spot up, give me my 30 virgins
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| A place in paradise, to me it’s kinda worth it, right?
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| Fuckin' A it is, pop the stainless
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| Hit him till his chest make a noise like Jadakiss
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| The world famous, Demigod gangstas
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| We the same as other rappers, except nobody hates us
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| I ain’t even gotta say shit
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| What could I say?
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| Besides I’m Audi 5 K before I pass to Seamus
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| «I was Audi 5000»
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| We the O.G. |
| trilogy you couldn’t equal the sequel
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| Defeatin' Esoteric? |
| That’ll take a legend like Repo
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| Listen, do a, CD together
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| You and me? |
| Never
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| I’d rather listen to Nickelback on repeat forever
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| Lousy mix, of a southie flick, bitches with the pouty lips
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| Lets be Audi 5 in my Audi 6
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| Forgot the A
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| They don’t ever walk away
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| «Let Me Ride like Dr. Dre» is all these women say
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| Now check it
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| One thing about me, I’m too wordy
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| Put so much shit in a song you’d think the clean version’s dirty
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| So step up
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| You can try to bring about my death soldier
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| Curses
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| Foiled again like last nights left overs
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| Oh Jesus, fall guy like Colt Seavers, I flow with no breathers
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| That’s a Memphis Monroe beavers
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| Ryu, Celph, Ap, Motive got my back
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| I’m Audi 5000 so I’ll pass it to Black
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| «I was Audi 5000»
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| There’s only 60 minutes in an hour so give me 24 of those to live
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| I’ll load the cig and find the kid who killed B.I.G
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| Run him down and put 16 in his wig
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| Make him wanna take back the foul shit that he did
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| That’s word to my unborn kid who ain’t a fetus
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| Sixth man off the bench, Demigodz undefeated
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| Many crews fell off and their legacy’s depleted
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| But we here for the gusto, keepin' it raw
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| And it’s a must that we crush doe, live on tour
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| Crowds roar, demandin' encores and more
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| Shut your mall down, buyin' all the Nikes out stores
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| Bare footed in the villa with the heated marble floors
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| Wars get waged on every notebook page
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| Act your age, Celph Titled prolly packin' a gauge
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| There’s no need for the antics, wildin' on drugs
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| Man I’m Audi 5000, I’m pullin' the plug
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| «I was Audi 5000» |