I give directly so that they understand
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And mom and dad that I got down to business
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Let the boy run, let him run
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Car engine, 7 speeds
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I let them dream that they can touch me
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With a sharp tongue it would be good to stretch it out
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Rhyme elegantly you fried yourself!
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You talk too much, aren't you tired?
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I ship direct from the hot South
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Sharp words, every hatter feels them
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Good thing I have the targets already set
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You say loud, I say loud
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Rrrrr! |
I love the street!
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I mean, give me the nail, keep the grenade
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Wow! |
Damn, fuck off, on the stomach
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Listen and learn, they are brute force
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Too much talk, man
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Arrogant, shark in the ocean
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I'm coming to disrupt the industry
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Look at the sky, there is only one star
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Mom and I want a bunch of pussies
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Let it fall on my head, and start making lists
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Magazines, to shoot until I drop
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At Christmas you can find me under the tree
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Or dead drunk through the Old Center
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If you can't hear me, wash your ears
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They call me the bomb
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A.K.A Bucatti that it keeps coming up
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OlteanClan represents
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Tell me when it's ready, I'll come and light it, until I die
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I can't lie among the naked, I need money
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Why should I lie?
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For some there is no time!
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No! |
No!
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Why should I lie?
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For some there is no time
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Because I don't feel them
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I rap if I'm invited
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I haven't changed much
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Who actually listens to me
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He knows how I burn it and what I do
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I have, good days, more bad
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Bad mouths that want skin
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And with me they have their worst enemies
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You can say that he listens to the hands
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Words don't touch me anymore
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I can only hear them in the background, they fade away
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They push me from behind, give me wings to fly
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To die!
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The world lies to you on your day
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That you are beautiful and smart, so!
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Look what I'm doing! |
When I rap I destroy you
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Actually you are. |
leave it!
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Why should I lie?
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For some there is no time!
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No! |
No!
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Why should I lie?
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For some there is no time
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Because I don't feel them |