| Check it out!
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| It’s something that we deal with, you know?
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| Alchemist!
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| Let’s get it!
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| Sound clasher broadcast
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| The grand master mash your rap rapture
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| Capture peddles with such status
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| Staggering style addict and can’t stomach the status
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| Off kill to stats colorful graphics habbit
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| Straight radical, Hannibal’s mathematical son su The literal is just literally… tactical, son, you
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| Frivolous town, out in the… hands down!
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| Game is over the drums, James Brown.
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| General Jim start…
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| The blade cut you for the roughage
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| You can’t… Tell, you are mustered
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| We know originality cats are… If you whack
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| When little Lee raps over T-Boy tracks.
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| Listen, simple and plane!
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| You’re out of pocket like loose change.
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| All we see is the peak of the game
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| This gold chain slang bang!
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| Splashing and trashing, niggas rapping, ask me what happen
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| I’ll be cutting niggas down for low cabins.
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| The door… the guns clapping quickly in the…
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| Cause you niggas… decided like a … The dice
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| Supposed to be blasting, your pussy is not flash and right
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| Your lyrics ain’t killing nobody, so pass the mike!
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| And you ain’t killed nothing
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| You gonna let it live since it lived
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| For whom was soft as a baby with a bed, with the tittie sucking
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| Me I’ll be tittie fucking, the chick has me clucking
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| Looking for… Picture me tricking something
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| I got a trick for, cause you figured it out
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| Wanna see a magic stick disappear? |
| Open your mouth!
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| You brought by baptized lyrics around
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| Suffer close, call it post-traumatic head shot dishonor
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| … Spit fire, my rhyme syllable slaughter
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| But rather leave hoes and your ribs of the size of quarters!
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| Me and Whacka Flocka was cooling at the Palladium
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| Jumped out the helicopter in two
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| Another stadium with drugs that can’t flush
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| With guns that can’t jam
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| A Russian association with the Tuscany glam!
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| It’s a custom, the people, evil police know
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| He ain’t no seen Heaven, pull over…
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| Yeah, five members of the Beatles is equal
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| December I was live to…
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| The most… Passport in history
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| Another category class say victory
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| Nearly pulled the pistol in the winner
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| The List of Schindler, weather sinners and killers
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| Dealers and villains living under… And pillars
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| Still a fucking winner with no…
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| I’m out here catching dynasty dude without the lesson
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| Pyramid army is profession.
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| Never tidy hanging like an anchor
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| I’m like a pranker, Haitian gold motivation
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| Working, talking, circulate paper
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| Fuck around, go ahead,
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| Be the quickest way to meet mother nature!
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| My ever statement is disrespectful and blatant
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| Sophistication is calculating for greatness
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| All the… like phonograph tracks
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| Soak and show the rap… Like photograph raps
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| It’s lethal! |
| This dosage of four package for people
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| Backseat you with the legal evil
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| It’s a stick up or the…
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| So be cool and get beat on
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| I’m the original! |
| So take that bullshit back to…
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| You know fragile ass peons
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| Freeze up like freon liquids.
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| My niggas is on, we flip shit different
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| Spark with a van, another shit will charge me with a…
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| Tried to say the God fell off, whenever your momma nigga
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| I’m hot like the Lama and Obama…
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| Ossama, Obama, Hussein, Sadam, Palmer… Crack rapper…
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| Probably on my song wrong with no training
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| Straight up, I leave that shit body and I’m gone, nigga! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spiral Event, artist - Durag Dynasty. Album song 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп