| And the kids say
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| Watch your man
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| I think he’s faking the band
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| Y’all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands
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| Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback
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| Me clutchin’a 30 od, burn village laughing
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| Gas mask latched in Signal for the whirly
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| Worm killer bird on the set
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| I flex early
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| Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind
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| Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine
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| Let’s digress now
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| Kings, put your cans up Paint the city scope with the prettiest type of cancer
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| Watch 'em laser surg every tumor like a fatal relica
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| New York is the truancy burg, sate of hysterica
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| It’s a brutalized lab bunny jumpin’the fence
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| Grab the money and the charger for the microchip embedded in head
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| Brooklyn is the life
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| Equal parts joy, strife
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| I sit up in the cribbo and carve these 'noid kites out of lead
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| The same weight of the monkey on my neck
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| Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends
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| Now I’m walkin''round lit like the fun never ends
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| But someone ran their key on my whip, plus left dents
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| Welcome to my bastard delight night, gents
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| Where everything has a meaning but none of it makes sense
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| Living is so demeaning but rappers still wanna offer
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| Fake aliens… from lying saucers
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| I don’t have the time, man
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| I’m searching for bigger answers
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| The beat is so sick
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| Made with real bits of panther
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| The clay of the city streets don’t take to these broken cleats
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| But I hold my johnson and walk it retarded
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| It’s just me what up, Tame?
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| Desperate men do dangerous things
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| Full alarm system, New York with No Kings
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| Desperate kids do dangerous shit
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| Full alarm system, it’s on where you live
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| My name is El-Producto, my friend
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| I walk rawly
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| Oddly, bent pood beast
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| Fiends try to draw me Another close copy but not the god hardly
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| Sex shit sloppily
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| Fuck yourself (Pardon me)
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| Look, here comes the scientists
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| Here they come to cure us all
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| Mind is on your money, sonny
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| Brain is on the curtain call
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| Give the kid a sack a D Pass the child a bag of C Even in the tenement residence there’s a pharmacy
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| Deadly young people
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| Deadly new day
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| Young deadly dumb kick snare pattern play
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| Dignity for criminals
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| Science for religion
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| War stole the future
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| Peace is for bitches
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| Eveything’s a felony
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| Relatively hellishly
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| Cops make guns whistle like «Here, check the melody»
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| You need to learn to worship the warships
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| Anything made of steel, of course, can leave corpses
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| Cops on four horses
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| Hot to draw quarters
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| The morbidist thoughts are mad laws and enforced quick
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| Don’t lift your foot off of that land mine switch
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| Till I make the 20 yard dash and cover my eyelid
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| We don’t need no edumucation
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| There’s no patience
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| My team is on the food line
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| Blicker in the waist and
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| Walkies all connected
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| Gotta wait for the signal
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| Weathermen are the lefties that burn to the bone gristle
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| Insight is disease
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| Feed the criminal rotary
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| All over the world it’s the same skull fuck locally
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| Alpha flight airs the are rare we rock openly
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| Feeling like a kid again, umbilical choking you
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| Never shit on my faction of bastards
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| Not openly
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| Don’t you even whisper shit
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| Not even if jokingly
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| Straight out of poisenville
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| Comin’up for air again
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| Nah, the air is poisonous
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| Environment choking me Do it again
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| Desperate men do dangerous things
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| Full alarm system, New York with No Kings
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| Desperate kids do dangerous shit
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| Full alarm system, it’s on where you live |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Kings , by - Tame OneSong from the album I'll Sleep When You're Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп