| Everything I write is a masterpiece
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| You’re gettin raped by your label like catholic priests
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| On a whole it’s only half the beast
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| Repeatin on my words like Freaky Tah did after Cheeks
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| If you don’t like me you don’t have to speak
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| I’m killin niggas with one eye open and half asleep
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| You uninspired, in MA and tired
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| What you doin I did a year before the LA riots
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| Made the city unbiased, now it’s shows and flyers
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| I claim home but play out of state like the New York Giants
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| Refuse to spread violence like tyrants
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| In third world countries, stay with trees like monkeys
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| Don’t be fooled by the Boston accents
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| We talk with wordss and we talk with actions
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| Not New York, Dirty South, West Coast or Midwest
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| Cause Boston’s where the kid rest
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| Hey yo, I’m glad to be back with an allstar team
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| Despite the salary cap, this here’s reality rap
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| It gets ill, so niggas better go chill
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| Or come real before they get hit up like road kill
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| For tryin to make the mountain out a molehill
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| It’s like old ass rappers tryin to blow still
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| It’s sad to see a MC with no skill
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| On the mic tryin to get back that old thrill
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| Now that the culture faded
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| Try to picture the industry without bein tainted
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| I’m 'bout to paint it, it’s a picture of Edo
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| Unadultared, never jaded when I’m faded
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| You hardpressed, this ain’t a popularity contest
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| You’ll get popped in the 'Bury in your heart chest
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| So watch what you sayin and who you speakin to
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| My water runs deep in every crack that it’s leakin through
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| Hey yo, you hesitant, it’s evident
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| See, I’m the bomb, you the Bush like the president
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| Represent Massachusetts residents
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| Abuse rap kids, ain’t no evidence of negligence
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| Ever since I use the mic to make better sense
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| I control the stage since the golden age
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| A whole part of the book, you a half a page
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| Cut short like half of days, rip muthafuckas half my age
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| Boston’s only undisputed, we aimin at each other
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| Who gon' be the first to shoot it?
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| Love the game so much that it hurts me not to do it
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| We can fight for our people that’s been prosecuted
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| Get these trees uprooted
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| For me it’s 'bout Overlooked
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| For you it’d be a better beat and a fresher hook
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| I got a second win, a fresher look
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| Ain’t no tellin what’s gon' happen when the pressure cook
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| Now come on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Fire , by - Ed O.G. Song from the album Wishful Thinking, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп