| Today should’ve been a good day
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| But ya boy missed, never had a good game
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| And if I wasn’t metaphorically speaking
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| Chances are I could all blame a foot sprain
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| Fuck an excuse though, I’m still the numero uno
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| You know, Mayweather for these Chris Eubanks and Brunos
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| New spitters ain’t better, but nowadays just being new is a loophole
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| When it comes to words, I’ve got a masters in Scrabble
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| It’s like Columbo playing Cluedo
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| Plus the new flow, nouveaux
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| Crystal clear, and I’m a boss like you know
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| What’s the name again? |
| Hugo
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| Had a little mainstream light this year
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| Still I’m underground, I’m getting tube home
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| People looking at me like say man a terrorist
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| Cuh this kind of beard could snap a fine toothcomb
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| My, I be Rudolph
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| I just might reindeer on a few folks
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| Tell a nigga lay there, don’t move, no
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| Freestyling on the pavement
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| Trade pound for the Pagans
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| Bitch slaps, gift wrap
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| Kidnapped, tryna break out of the basement
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| They’re saying that you got a chain round without a blade in
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| I find all of you fake clowns entertaining
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| Your mothers ain’t proud of you wastemen
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| Big man bruddas ain’t loud when I face em
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| I contact
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| I like combat
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| Who’s been sipping the badman juice?
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| I know a few niggas who’ve died from that
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| Haters, man are doing well
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| And I’m hearing everything besides congrats
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| They don’t wanna see a nigga like me
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| Getting this money and sign contracts
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| Fuck it, I’ve already got a metaphor like this
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| But I’m killing this mic, I’m like Conrad
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| Tell that girl «bill a spliff for me»
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| And tell my man «pass the Cognac»
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| Celebration
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| Hard work pays off
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| I define dedication
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| Look at my CV
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| Check my reputation
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| I’m probably overreacting
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| But today was devastating
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| Now I’ve gotta come back harder
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| It’s all about elevation
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| How you mean, ease up?
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| (Blud, are you mad?)
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| How you think Wiley survived for generations?
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| Perseverance
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| Preparation
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| There’s only a few that are bust
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| Who are still penetrating
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| The rappers rap but the MCs MC
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| The one everybody rates but they never say it in public
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| Fuck it, my nigga, it ain’t nothing
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| Everybody in the industry pushing the same button
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| Overlooking Ghetto, looking for something that ain’t coming
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| Hammering the only MC that they ain’t touching
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| Niggas doubted and doubted and now they wanna eat with me but
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| I ain’t even putting my food in the same oven
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| Everybody knows J’s stubborn
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| Sam Cooke said that a change soon come
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| Sorry Sam, I can’t see a change coming
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| Game in the game, gunning anybody in my way
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| You see the way I got anybody in my way running?
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| Moment of silence for that flow, you know
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| That’s enough, no delay, burning
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| Every time I squeeze, I hit the target like I’m meant to
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| All I heard was «holy shit, he’s bleeding from his temple»
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| I don’t wanna roll with this but nigga, it’s essential
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| He came out the pen, I filled his head full of pencil
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| Mental
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| Not every day 110%, you know
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| Sometimes 80, 75
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| Realise you’re human
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| Come back and give it to them |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Redemption , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Momentum 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп