| I don’t rhyme without reason, don’t get it distorted
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| Cause as soon as it’s worded, I get it recorded
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| Mastered, wrapped in plastic and shipped to the stores
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| Where it’s bought, it was sent because to shift your thoughts
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| To the form of reports and the former report
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| Potent as Formula 44 poured through your pores
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| I breathe life into the sport like a savior of sorts
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| It’s all in a days labor so save your applause
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| It ain’t about accolades so save the awards
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| told me the baby is yours
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| I’ve been trying to raise it right while raising the bar
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| Stayin' on tour while beats play in the car
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| In the cold world we dress warm, takin' no shorts
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| Tryin' to turn cipher «Ohs» into stadium roars
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| Either way it’s all gravy of course
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| I can’t? |
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| That’s IF the little kids do they chorus
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| US we study abroad
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| So world wide girls, rise with some snores
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| Stan chills with a fam to support
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| You’ll coach, I’ll play the court
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| Givin' English Muffin’s American pork
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| You get buried in scores
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| Your high marks already been caught
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| I married sick y’all already divorced
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| Dominion, JS-1 endorse, Rock Steady enforce
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| Nobody cares about the size of the loss
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| «Bring it on boy I love it»
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| «Verbal Assault» — Inspectah Deck 'Tru Master'
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| «Don't get mad if I scare you» — C-Rayz Walz
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| «Many styles I’ve mastered» — Nas
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| «Rappers be takin' notes» — Redman '4,3,2,1'
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| «I forever puttin' words together» — Common 'Chi-City'
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| Took ours when the doubters wouldn’t give us our props
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| Now to show our gratitude here’s a dick in a box
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| Tend our own bar since they wouldn’t give us our shot
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| We ain’t underrated drinkers just underrated thinkers
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| For a decade, men but they not
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| MCs
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| All for the love of hip hop
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| We seize
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| Concert halls, night clubs and lounges
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| And you and your sweat cycle fit well rounded
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| I don’t know what kinda 'yac these other rappers sippin'
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| But Dominion’s on the track so sit back and listen
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| They tried to crack the last pot we had to piss in
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| With the planet on our shoulder you’d think something had to give in
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| Against all odds we just scratched the last ticket
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| And hit the jackpot even with a digit missin'
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| There’s been no intermission since then
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| Without division or a loose linchpin
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| So clear the way we can play
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| You got Brooklyn’s finest
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| Q.U.'s livest
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| Baltimore’s righteous
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| The line starts behind us
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| Front line the fight, don’t need GPS to find us
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| Your style in defeat
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| We undefeated sky writers
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| Dominion stay above you like we headline fliers
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| Superbowl champs, you water boys and side liners
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| Need packs like Pied Pipers
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| So take a shot and turn try to snipe us
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| Kick like a class of Muay Thai fighters
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| «Bring it on boy I love it»
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| «Verbal Assault» — Inspectah Deck 'Tru Master'
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| «Don't get mad if I scare you» — C-Rayz Walz
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| «Many styles I’ve mastered» — Nas
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| «Rappers be takin' notes» — Redman '4,3,2,1'
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| «I forever puttin' words together» — Common 'Chi-City' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puttin' Words Together , by - DJ JS-1. Song from the album No One Cares, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп