| Yeah
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| Inf Gang, Hopsin
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| Look
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| I’m still in the hood like a goddamn Obama Phone
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| Chip on my shoulder balls full of testosterone
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| Stop rapping; |
| you niggas sound monotone
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| Filth master throw you off the roof and break your collar bone
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| I never left
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| Who’s head should I sever next?
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| Sell merch to fans: human flesh as a sweater vest
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| Inf Gang fucked your bitch, gave her better sex
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| Now she’s in a fucking wheelchair with Professor X
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| Let me explain; |
| I put the pussy on a chainwax
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| You couldn’t rock a houseparty spitting kitten play raps
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| I’ve got 'em thinking somebody brought Big Daddy Kane back
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| And gave him the same crack that made Kurt Cobain snap
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| I had a long talk with H-O-P
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| He told me «Stop killing these rappers, stay low key»
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| I said «Nah fuck that Hop, I make no peace
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| I’mma kill all these motherfuckers that hate on me»
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| I’m unfeigned
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| I’m unfeigned
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| Untamed
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| You can never stop my grind
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| I know you wanna see a nigga flop
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| But you’re not homie this is my prime
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| I got my bus filling up these streets
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| You need some hot shit come and fuck with me
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| I’m just your average guy
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| Don’t have a disguise
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| Sit back and just ride with me
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| Baby
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| You’re approaching an animal; |
| you better take caution
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| Dirty mind since a child, never fell for the brainwashing
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| When you see the Inf Gang you better play possum
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| We crucify motherfuckers: bloodstained crosses
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| We don’t take losses
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| We only take the wins
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| These MC’s got my patience running paper thin
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| I’m on tour, on the bus, finna blaze again
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| Then come home and put my nuts on a hater’s chin
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| Since the land before time the real set the stage
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| I’ve been hitting people with the truth since second grade
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| In the Sahara, with a pride of straight savages
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| Spot you in person, still I remain adamant
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| Trying to keep my life pure, you focused on the additives
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| I’m grinding for the future, you hoping for an accident
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| I’m always on my toes as the great can fall easy
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| New legends rising, place your balls here
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| I’m unfeigned
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| Untamed
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| You can never stop my grind
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| I know you wanna see a nigga flop
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| But you’re not homie this is my prime
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| I got my bus filling up these streets
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| You need some hot shit come and fuck with me
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| I’m just your average guy
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| Don’t have a disguise
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| Sit back and just ride with me
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| Baby
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| I’m not dead
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| But every day is Halloween
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| If you know what I mean
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| I’m picking up one of my clones
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| Smelling like candy corn liquor and jelly beans |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unfeigned , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп