| Fuck the trend setter, I be the peace keeper
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| Put an end to vendettas, strapped with a penned letter
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| None of that concealed weapons, never will I feel threatened
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| Real faith like a reverend, true to life, move in essence
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| Hand to eye, feel connections
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| Shooting by like stars in the galaxy, twilight embarks on a dawn of reality
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| My thoughts spawn from a sparkle of a fractal dream
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| Rap and beat brought together by the tractor beams
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| Words will travel around the globe, defy gravity
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| With flows so classic that they go, go, magically
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| It’s like I’m Go Go Gadget, G
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| Toking chro out my vape, getting dome rapidly
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| Fans multiply into many like rats in street
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| Mind shifts, raps or speak, get high, cash and greed
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| They ain’t dead yet though, they’re just a casualty
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| Casually reppin' anarchy, destined for criminality, mixed with a bit of fantasy
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| Chillin' with a little bit of my piff, chasin' family
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| Killin' our own anatomy, wonder why the man in the mirror never got back to me
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| «Hello, not there again, aw oh well» now I’m on my solos like lonely folk in
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| hotels
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| Feeling a bit shady like I just heard a ghost tale
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| Can’t find out the truth like readings from broke scales
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| Hocus-pocus, High Focus, mad high, I smoke shit
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| Stone zoning, catching flash backs of universe decoding
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| Conscious mad times define, especially when I’m zoning
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| Intertwined by lines likes the vines, hope I know string
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| Left thinking is apocalypse approaching?
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| Days feeling numbered like our time here is so slim
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| I take it back like decomposer, my ghost’s so frozen
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| Posed to buff the ocean, words falling out the bloody harp with the hole in
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| Never will I be the fireplace without the coal in
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| My burnt out carcass left still, blowing smoke rings |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke Rings, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Out the Box, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп