| The dark cities lit by the streetlights
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| 24/7 365 they’ve been bright
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| I’ve been right and been wrong
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| Live life with reason and speak life in rhyme form
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| Every time the beat’s on
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| The world’s still spinning
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| Like lights on a carousel
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| Flashing in my eyes like the signs of a damaged health
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| Padded cells echos cry
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| Dove spread they wings
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| Set to fly through the dutty skys
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| London city’s come alive
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| Rough and gritty
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| Some will suffer some survive
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| Some shit’s for sure
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| Like the night will fall
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| The sun will rise
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| Top-collar profit guys
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| Crimes rise
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| Alibis
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| Companies economise
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| We all try monopolise
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| Just to try summarise
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| I’m writing 'til I’ve lost those sins
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| Try’na find my providence
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| Never sniffed a line’a white
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| Yet higher than your tolerance
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| Coppers are clocking all of us
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| Honest are odd or ominous resident or foreigners
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| Prophets will rhyme to commoners
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| One world governments
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| Try’na claim this dominance
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| We’re fighting the inferior
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| I’m fearless this is serious like near death experiences
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| Everything you’ve seen or felt trust bruv it’s all real
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| Try’na find the source but not get lost in the forcefield
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| Short straws raw deals
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| Fed 'em food for thought
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| Now they’re crawling through the doorway
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| Flavour for the brain
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| I set the table 'cause it’s gourmet
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| Fresh this is heartfelt
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| Like cardiac arrests face in warpaint
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| Squaring up my demons in the hallway
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| There’s chalk outlines on the floor before the dawn breaks
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| Warnings, calling, who let the storm in
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| World’s spinning on our middle finger it’s appalling
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| But I can’t lie I’m kinda high off these endorphins
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| Soaring the skyline, why comply we’re falling?
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| Warnings, calling, who let the storm in
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| World’s spinning on our middle finger it’s appalling
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| But I can’t lie I’m kinda high off these endorphins
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| Soaring the skyline, why comply we’re falling?
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| Fuck dictatorships, feds are on the radius
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| Spotlights on the prowl looking out for payment slips
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| Quick to grab the kids
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| And then they treat them like they’re failures
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| Beat 'em up a bit and don’t believe in them like aliens
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| Deceit is just a lonely bitch don’t treat her like your alias
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| Education’s fucked and heads can’t afford to pay for it
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| I’m low like the dope funds
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| High when I smoke skunk
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| Pulling drive-bys on the feds with a smoking blunt
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| Nine notes rolled in one
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| Kill 'em with a cobra tongue
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| Do shit that no-one's done
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| That’s why we’re number one
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| My soul’s raggo, precise like a bow and arrow
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| No-one knows where I’m going 'cause my clothing’s camo
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| Composing ammo
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| Parallel of my own shadow
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| Like if fuck a bank loan
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| Grab the blunt, then I slit it like a fish throat
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| Snap you like a wish-bone
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| Try’na find a light but I just painted out the windows
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| Dishing out them lies you’ll pay in pain if you’re sinful
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| 'Cause deep down, only really you know what you’ve been through
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| See this information for what it is, and don’t buy into
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| Give to the realness rekindle those flames
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| If they ever stop burning within you
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| It’s the voice of a generation poised on a point of no replication
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| So when it rains
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| (Rains)
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| I let it pour like a faucet
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| Listen to the spirits
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| Cause my heart hears them call my name
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| Warnings, calling, who let the storm in
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| World’s spinning on our middle finger it’s appalling
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| But I can’t lie I’m kinda high off these endorphins
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| Soaring the skyline, why comply we’re falling?
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| Warnings, calling, who let the storm in
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| World’s spinning on our middle finger it’s appalling
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| But I can’t lie I’m kinda high off these endorphins
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| Soaring the skyline, why comply we’re falling? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Warning, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Polyhymnia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп