| You’re now rocking with the west
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| So start moving towards the exit
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| When the next motherfucker
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| Lacking presence tries to set it
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| You’re now rocking with the west and the rest happens naturally
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| I’m my best when I’m back into the factory
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| Welcome to my habitat, shaking off the tumbleweeds
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| Back to comfortable I kick the bench out from under me
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| And I don’t know if God is watching
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| What I do know is that I got my options
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| A new beginning, who you kidding
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| I brought relief like the ninth inning
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| There’s a reason why my friends sip codeine
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| I sat home at night banging so fresh and so clean
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| I got bars like I’m separating groceries
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| I’m celebrating globally, you’re celebrating locally
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| Yo I can walk at the beach
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| Without a worry in the world the way I bob to a beat
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| Streets talk for a living, the sky with no ribbon
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| This is maximum return without the given
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| You’re now rocking with the west
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| So start moving towards the exit
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| When the next motherfucker
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| Lacking presence tries to set it
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| You’re now rocking with the west
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| So start moving towards the exit
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| When the next motherfucker
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| Lacking presence tries to set it
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| You’re now rocking with the west and ain’t no time for me to fumble
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| I took an oath to state it on the record while it rumbled
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| So welcome to the jungle where my people serve their clients
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| And they greet us like they meet us so it’s peaceful never violent
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| Cuz I’ve been on assignment making beats around the planet
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| When I serve to my advantage I’ma steal it single handed
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| And bring it back home so they know the ship has landed
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| Where it’s deadly dilated any marathon I ran it
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| In the future better run it when I’m keeping shit one hundred
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| I only speak the truth so in the future ain’t no fronting
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| The roof is on fire that we’re sitting under blunted
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| Getting higher when it burning now we’re turning up the oven
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| I give a fuck if the critics agree
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| I’m Rhymesayer number three under Slug & Ali
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| I’m dilated number three under Rakaa & Babu
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| Never outshine the masters, the rule before two
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| You’re now rocking with the west |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Factory, artist - Evidence. Album song Weather or Not, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп