| Yeah, live and direct
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| Platform presents Iriscience, Iriscience
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| M-Boogie and the turntablist, Babu
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| Uh, yo Babu
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| Platform, Platform, Platform, Platform, Platform yo yo
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| Aiyyo I tell and evacuate but it might be too late
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| Since I’m feelin this break then I’m sealin your fate
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| Your a puddle, I’m a great lake fillin the place
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| From Cali the quake state, shit is real in L. A
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| These days, a fine line between performer and fan
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| On air, sea, or land, Dilated expand
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| Rapid candid, move through the city like rapid transit
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| Rakaa Iriscience, rapid fire how I transmit
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| Voltage to blow shit, pyrotechnics to roast shit
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| My ferocious stage shows explosive promote shit
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| Countdown to countact, man to man combat
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| Leave the mic at the DJ booth like «Who want that?»
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| Look before you leap, you creep or you speak
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| Every word is heat, either you duck or you leak
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| Battleflows wit pros, for gold that’s cold-flooded
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| Gemini warm-hearted, but live I’m cold-blooded
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| You on deadly ground when
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| You look around and
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| You recognize you fuckin wit that Platform sound
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| Ain’t nuttin sad as a clown wit a frown
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| I started countdown, now you on deadly ground
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| Uh uh you on deadly ground **
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| Uh uh, you on deadly ground **
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| I started countdown now you on deadly ground
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| Revolution might be televised,? |
| or live
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| The mind creative minds, the biggest of all time
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| Even when you stare where they land or what’s command of planet
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| You lookin down the barrel of a wave-motion cannon
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| Sick sour even sweet sixteen seems
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| Bullets get in between the cake and the ice cream
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| I hear a high scream and bodies will dive in
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| Brothas killin, brothas dyin, and mothers are cryin
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| Got a right to be hostile, my peoples misguided
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| Combine it wit the elements from drugs and the violence
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| Phenotypes and some are genotypes plus environment
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| Ninety-two? |
| wild and firin at the fire
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| Stay alive ya’ll, feed off the hyheenas that grin
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| In the sky ya’ll, buzzards try to eat off your skin
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| About these green men, let’s make em come clean
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| Strip the shell, inject the circuitry of what’s been seen
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| You on deadly ground when
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| You look around and
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| Angry little molehills become mountains
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| And quiet water, the batte find’s a subtle sound
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| You wished the countdown now we on deadly ground
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| Uh uh now we on deadly ground
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| You missed the countdown now you on deadly ground
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| «Gonna rock the place» *Cut by Babs until end*
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| Blackberry, M-Boogie
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| Yo, Iriscience, Babu, Dilated wild styles
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| Evidence, where you at? |
| Yo Dilated in effect |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sky Scrapers (Downtown) , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album B-Sides & Rarities, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп