| Rest in peace to the innocent children who were shot in the back
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| Running from the military, Junta hot on their tracks
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| For the love that why their uncle packs a bomb in their bags
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| What the fuck, you’d do the same with no options in hand
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| So stop with the wack raps you illiterate stale
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| horse shit, you just a piss in the gale force winds
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| Battling me like I have to start busting for you
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| I’m like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove
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| Fuck it, I’ll serve you straight from the kitchen
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| And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon
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| Listen. |
| I’m deaf and blind to your fallacy war
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| Like a land mine child victim all bandaged and sore
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| Damage and break you down until your spirit is vanquished
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| like traditional ownership does to indigenous factions
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| It’s more than just black and white, like racism
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| Cos the face of hate appears when you face the mirror
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| This more than people starving to eat
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| Cos food for thought is running short in this marketed scene
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| It’s hard to believe when you feel like smashing the mirror
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| But Charlie Chimp will pick you up like an angry gorilla
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| Yeah I’m back in that pattern…
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| I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen
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| Just for rapping wack you’re catchin a slappin
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| I’ll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin
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| Have another shot, see if you can take this spot
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| I’ma play strategically and take everything you got
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| Ciecmate! |
| Game over, now you know the deal
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| Here with my bro’s and we’re pro’s in our chosen fields
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| Standing tall like a wall to wall, public letter blockbuster
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| Got a lust for life, plus a lot of love for those I trust with my life
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| I’ma live my life like I like on any given night and anything else isn’t right
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| Time’s ticking by, time’s making changes, time’s turning friends into strangers
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| I’m trying to find what the aim is, but time’s limited
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| I’ve gotta make payments and for everyone, everyday it’s the same shit
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| Big brother wants us all to put it in a statement
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| But it’s built on lies like the Bush administration
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| The media be feeding ya and we just believe it huh?
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| Behind the curtain men are getting greedier
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| We need to peel the curtain back and hurt em bad
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| And then spread the wealth around to all those who’ve been getting held down
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| Can I get some help now? |
| Or can I get a hell yeah?
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| I’m saying this for everybody’s welfare
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| «…now, may these MC’s rest in peace»
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| «Rest in peace»
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| «may these MC’s rest in peace
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| Because when I come to town, the population decrease"-→Big Daddy Kane
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| Rest in peace, two thousand and six shit changes quickly
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| Def to all man so I’m trained in lip read
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| Pick me like a gypsy picking a pocket
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| Depict me like David Hicks holding that rocket
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| A mix breed of Scottish and a modern day Australia’s
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| home but Mundine treats us like an alien, no Man fuck that
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| Singing Waltzing Matilda with my rucksack
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| Cut back on the ego, leave rap to the albino
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| Rip you quicker than teeth wrapped around a T-bone
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| See know evil speech insightful
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| Solid gold heat like Hussein’s rifle
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| I’m spiteful, only loyal if it’s like that
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| Starve man’s best friend, he’s gonna bite back
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| What, it’s just the way that it is Dig your grave like letting Michael J. play with your kids
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| I can’t live in this world full of rock heads
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| Finding a good one like finding the Loch Ness
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| Monster, and not Kody Scott
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| But down for my team and known what I got
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| When it’s my shot, take it never look back
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| Or ever make it, dedicated to my fate a known gladiator
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| Yeah your favourite, I run with wind
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| Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm, yeah you know me Rest in peace bottom feeders, the scourge of the earth
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| Proof God doesn’t need us, from fetus to birth
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| First. |
| my mums didn’t plan me, so meet plan b The worker bee, Ron Burgendy where the pants be Quite a big deal, 90 something kilo
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| Aim for the best but got Shaq at the free throw
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| Overweight. |
| Shit I can’t hold a job but I can hold a steak
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| wash it down with a bunch of brown bottles
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| Plutonic made it for snake charmers
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| The bass bang harder than face planting in chain armour
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| Heavy metal, hammers banging the hang over
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| In my headspace, until it’s dead weight
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| Until the next day, return of the Jedi
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| Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye
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| Dr Jekyl, Mr Trials
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| Mean me on on the beat be the recipe for rest in peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rest in Peace , by - Drapht. Song from the album Brothers Grimm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп