| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll take any offer
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| You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar
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| Answers first questions later
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| Why so many questions hater
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| Spend your fuckin day to day
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| Drinking fuckin Gatorade
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| Waste away sat inside your room in isolation
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| Amount of shit inside your mouth it’s verbal constipation (ay)
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| One sec I make the hip hop
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| Then house DJ’s think i’m shit hot
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| I’ll do both yeh why the fuck not
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| Only care about the beats with sick drops
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| London town to Brisbane what
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| Swapped Air Max for flip flops
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| Money in the grave like Rick Ross
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| Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
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| Big boss man with the shit hot tan
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| Man with the plan forget your lockdown
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| Back with a bang some shit that got canned
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| But i’m sticking it out on this album
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| Bam, I mean album
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| Was on powder, not talcum
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| Ask malcom in the middle
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| Everybody have a giggle yeh I doubt ya gonna fiddle
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| With the riddim when i’m in it and i’m killing em softly
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| Get in my way in the littlest way
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| melt their face off like Nicholas Cage
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| Bet they go cray inside the big rave
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| Ahahahahaha
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| This game’s a fuckin circus
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| And who’s on microphone right now
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| It’s Mr Berserkus you heard us
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll take any offer
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| You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar
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| I don’t say it but the throne is mine
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| Hot head with a gold chain an that big R1 is my motorbike
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| Ghost ride turn you poltergeist
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| Death note when I wrote for guys
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| My mans fake I told you guys
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| He needs milk I’m bonafide
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| I don’t care for your old stories
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| Your throw backs to be thrown aside
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| When’s it’s flows I’m over nice
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| No more cool like I’m over nice
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| Boasting 20 bags a show
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| Well done to you for being overpriced
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| Different sound when I hold the mic
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| Different girls wanna hold the pipe
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| You ain’t mine I know your type
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| Piss off already know my wife
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| Thats bad b
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| I’m gang g cause my hand feeds
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| These animals for me stampede
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| Break foot and mouth I’m on bad beef
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| Ain’t got time for these Boris Johnsons
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| Baffled when these man speak
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| Are they Mcs or athletes
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| Man run an get caught by hand speed
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| Forget the violence, be silent
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| Laid back in a blacked out whip with the plate on private
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| Back to my yard where I’m living in private
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| iPhone gotta keep that on divert
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| 2004 I was playing with Deutch like say I was Patrick Kluivert
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| Levels too high I could only vibe with a pilot
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll take any offer
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| You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll do any of em
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| Classic Genre
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| I’ll take any offer
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| You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar
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| Came in the game top boy from day one
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| So called top boys didn’t wanna spray one
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| Bar on a back to back and I flow A1
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| Now I’m the top boy mocking it Jay 1
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| Put a sock in it when I be socking it to em locking it down with the flow when
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| I’m dropping it topical
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| Top top top of the tree, the top of the oracle, man are chatting bout there
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| better but that’s rhetorical
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| I’m diabolical, straight to the molecule, in everyday life I’m nice on the mic
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| I’m horrible
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| Cheeky sod with that big gob, bionic on the mic Gangster Chronicles
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| Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall
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| And we can have a laugh the bars aren’t comical,
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| DNB, Rap, Grime, Boom Bap, Double time, done em all fuck that, truly phenomenal
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| Hit em with the venomous medicine Immer get em with the elements I’m bringing
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| in lyrical Armageddon
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| I’m dead em and set the levels like 7−11 the way I get em when I serve up manor
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| from heaven
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| (It's too much) from the time when when I 1−2 check em other MC’s all like
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| (give me a second)
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| But nah my G let me spit my 32 mans a Wretch and I’mmmer kick em like Tekken
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| When I wreck em they all reckon I’m wrecking it not neck and neck
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| Neck another bottle I reckon there gonna recollect
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| Regularly ripping the mics live when I wreck a set
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| Wacking em back and making a racket like Megadeath
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| Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed
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| Mega man So Solid no I ain’t ever left
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| Bun the Grammys and the Oscar’s there’s no sleep for the wickedest that’s why I
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| never rest
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| I’ll do any of em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oscar , by - Example. Song from the album Some Nights Last for Days, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп