| I encompass the circumfrence of your compass
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| Smokey the Bear’s opponent, face atonement
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| The kama sutra tutor, the Mets rooter
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| Shorties like my split finger like Bruce Sutter
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| You caught in this web of the spider
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| The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent
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| It’s High-ly the one to leave the sun rayless
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| Now your style’s cheaply made like a pair of Payless
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| Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett
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| Who woulda thunk it? |
| Titanic-ally, I fuckin sunk it
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| Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy
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| Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese’s and feces
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| We sees, the observable, absurdable
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| My elements enough to make a kid take a pull
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| No preservatives, but I’m still edible
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| I need my shit green to remain incredible
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| You don’t know the half
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| Half of me want it all, the other half-assed
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| I’m halfway there
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| I be, death-defyin, within def rhymin
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| Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity
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| I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant
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| You need to SHUT UP, givin divine solids
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| Amongst two million, I still be the ill one
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| Multiply two zillion, I’mma still come
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| With stupidity, turnin Santa to Satan
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| Rantin and ravin, while you cave in
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| See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though
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| And waxin off will be the death of me like Rambo
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| Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it’s
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| The Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon
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| Like Brian Piccolo’s piccolo
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| Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro
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| I shine golden when you see me, like C-3PO
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| I’m PO’d, by a microphone B-O
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| But me though, need the weed green like Greedo
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| Keep that shit tight like Grandpa’s Speedos
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| Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale
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| In full scale, you’re straight monorail
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| My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel
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| You’re Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail
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| You couldn’t even fuck with my echo
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| You better let go, desperado, face the barrage
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| You can’t mess with Eric the Derelict
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| Cherish it, while we smoke on this green relish it
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| Cause I, huff on Dutches, Felipe couldn’t spark
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| Step into a spot, thinkin I’m a NARC
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| It’s pathetic, my lifestyle is energetic
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| When I wreck the set, even Leon couldn’t Lett it happen
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| The High induce the hand-clappin
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| Hallucinations, that you seen from the rappin
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| My hands stink, from the snatch I be slappin
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| Step into the Coliseum, what the fuck happened? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The High and the Mighty, artist - Freddy Cole. Album song Freddy Cole Sings Mr. B, in the genre Традиционный джаз