| I’m alive right now, but know that death’s comin'
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| My rhymes survive that though, it’s just my flesh rottin'
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| No regrets, never wish I could have changed something
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| Sweat’s bloody, like war vets gunnin'
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| Tryna' bring the terror like an all out culling
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| Feel it in my guts, I can tell a storm’s comin'
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| Find me in the whore house, pooled out, hummin'
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| Buffalo Soldier by Bob Marley bunnin'
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| Don’t mistake me for somethin' I’m not
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| I break your preconceptions down, and shot em out like it’s pot
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| Dodgin' feds upon the beat I’m like a heart that has stopped
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| Tryna' make me understand I’m like «I pardon you what?!»
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| Never standin' under jurisdiction, parrin' it off
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| With a vandalistic flow that got me writin' the law
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| Terrorizin' the sport, mesmerizing eyes when I jot
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| Dominating wild styles like a writer that’s boss?
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| Got the situation twisted like your mind’s in a knot
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| It’s just a never ending cycle like the time on a clock
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| Rewind and stop go back in time and then I rhyme with the Gods
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| To realize why I’m here before my life here is gone
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| It’s poppin' off like the stages of the places we rock
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| I rep the H. F cloth, not, flossin' in Lacoste
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| Cause the style I don’t adopt, what, afford it or not
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| I’d rather buy a nice portion of some Strawberry Cough
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| Hip-Hop's got community, rhythm and soul
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| I write beautifully, divine intervention composed
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| It’s not for scrutiny unless you’re tryna' fuck with the pro’s
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| I make a movie scene with lyricism screened in your dome
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| Leave me alone, like Verb T deep in the zone
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| Keepin' it low like each’s free speech is in code
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| I like rare breeds of weed, not just Cheese on this own
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| Cause everybody’s gone and sampled it like Nina Simone
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| See me heatin' up a rave I leave when speakers are blown
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| Bleeding from cones, critics say I’m in a league of my own
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| Cause I freestyle harder than your teeth or your bones
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| I make the crowd scream 'Jeheeze', speech drippin' in gold
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| (Jeheeze)
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| When I pick up the mic they go 'Jeheeze'
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| Start flexin' my steez, they say 'Jeheeze'
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| Firin' off all them rhymes that go 'Jeheeze'
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| Then I’m lightin' up my weed, I’m like 'Jeheeze'
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| North, South, to the East, they rep 'Jeheeze'
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| Plus the West, I don’t forget, they go 'Jeheeze'
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| From the city to sticks, they say 'Jeheeze'
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| I got the whole globe shouting what? |
| 'Jeheeze'
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| (Jeheeze, Jeheeze, Jeheeze, Jeheeze, Jeheeze, Jeheeze, Jeheeze)
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| (JJJEEEHHHEEEZZZEEEEE) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jeheeze , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album Polyhymnia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп