| Oi Daz, do you think what I’m thinking?
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| I think that they’re thinking that we care about what they think
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| But don’t you think that their thinking about all this thinking a little too
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| much?
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| Fuckin hell, alright
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| This going out to all you tough motherfuckers
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| D and Pegz will hang you high from a clothesline
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| Strip the sheep of wolves clothing with a dope rhyme
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| Head first, I’ll throw you into my walls of passion
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| And still you fucking eggheads wouldn’t know what’s cracking
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| Stirring the pot, I scramble your brain for breakfast
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| SBX kid, the fathers of some next shit
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| Gotta dark iron flow like a pint of Guinness
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| Fuck Steve Irwin, I’m notable like the Indiginous
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| I never let you take my style out
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| Sick, fluent and loud like I worked out a way to make my bomb shout
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| Spit versatile on topics in life’s list
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| While you scene jocks only battle emcees that don’t exist
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| Fuck a hip hop scene, I make music for your mind
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| And turn bandwagon jumpers into followers for life
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| And on that note, I’m signing off on this tip
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| ??? |
| was all about your bitch
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| Ya think ya shit don’t stink? |
| Ya better think twice
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| All I see is soft pussies like a pair of pink tights
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| Ya think I shouldn’t sing and just bring it to em raw?
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| But I’m bored of the wars and the way that you record
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| Ya think you’re in a struggle, thinking that you’re hungry
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| You live in paradise, not a third world country
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| You think you’re the shit, yeah you’re better than the rest?
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| YOU DON’T WANNA RISK DEATH
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| In the heat of the moment D-r's known for getting malicious
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| My fucking issues in a penthouse, still I’m staying ambitious
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| So I won’t be washing dishes, won’t be working for peanuts
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| Who’s sposed to be dumped in trunks quicker than a mobsters cleanup
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| A pre-nup agreement when I’m reaming this rap scene
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| The pack’s been infected and I’m leaving no vaccine
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| The cat’s been, let out of the bag on you
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| Watched the rats run, so every doubt I had is true
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| Got gratitude for many, anyone in my vicinity
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| Battered and bruised egos wanted to fucking finish me Who? |
| I should’ve knew that you would scoop to the lowest path
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| Fucking animals treating this scene like it’s Noah’s Ark
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| Know your heart’s in the wrong place
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| There’s enough room for tough crews and hippies that are rhyming about mushrooms
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| Don’t even start if you’re thinking you will bust through
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| Obese and SBX, killing this? |
| I fucking must do 9 to 5, works monotony
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| Tryna survive and serve the economy
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| Obese Creeew burn methodically
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| Terminology experts learn it properly
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| Pegz and Drapht inspire passionate people
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| Live from the motherfucking Axis of Evil
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| Where fascists upheaval this war against terror
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| How many gonna die for George’s vendetta?
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| Born September, the Devil’s advocate
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| Fear campaigns and mental larrikins
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| Our governments sold out, nothing’s sacrilege
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| Except the Catholic Church and corporate affluence
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| Worse than liver disease, addiction to speed
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| Powers like smack for the rich and elite
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| We nurse the illest emcees with this diction we breathe
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| Untraceable tracks from west to the east
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| «Possibly, you might try stopping me»
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| «Well obviously boy, you ain’t thinking properly»
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| «Possibly, you might try stopping me»
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| «My philosophy is to keep this shit poppin» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yah Think, artist - Drapht. Album song Who Am I?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп