| Who can stay up in the sky like stars
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| Who keeps spitting the bars and don’t run out
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| We’re the last of the old school stars
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| Who’s got lyrics (Ghetts), who’s got bars (Ghetts)
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| Who can stay up in the sky like stars (Ghetts)
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| Who keeps spitting the bars and don’t run out (Ghetts)
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| We’re the last of the old school stars
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| Who’s got lyrics? |
| Me not Wiley
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| Who’s got bars? |
| Me not Skepta
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| Who’s got lyrics? |
| Me not Jamie
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| Who’s got bars? |
| Me not Frisc
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| Eight, sixteen, twenty four, thirty two
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| Sixty four’s are my fees for the bars
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| Ask anyone who’s really advanced
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| You dunno what the answer is
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| It’s freedom of speech, I speak freely
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| Let 'em know I’m not easy, I’m hard
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| I’m as hard (bricks) but extremely suave
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| I run the game, you ain’t ever seen me depart
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| Make way I’m in great shape
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| Me and them boy ain’t the same weight
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| So it’s unfair when it come clear
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| Let me know what you think is unclear
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| I leave niggas speechless, mouth open but it’s no tongue there
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| Fake hate, nobody ain’t safe
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| But man wanna act like they won’t run scared
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| Some dare but they would never near
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| When they run out I got some spare
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| I’m Shakespeare with a pen
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| Da Vinci with the paint brush
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| Tiger with the golf club
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| The writer with the most stuff
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| Babe Ruth with the bat
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| Take two it’s a wrap
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| It’s my time for real
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| Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel
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| I make moves and I flash
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| So I can’t be stalled
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| Jordan with the basketball
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| On form like Arsenal
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| So I can’t be stopped
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| Have I made my point, uh
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| Do what I’m best at
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| I be the best at what I do so I get cash
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| I write bars when the rest relax
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| It’s quite hard but it pays off
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| 365 I won’t take days off
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| Picture me with a regular day job
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| No I’ll make history
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| It won’t happen instantly
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| But I bet I get what it ain’t got
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| Whose got lyrics? |
| Me!
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| Who’s got bars? |
| Me!
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| Who’s got gimmicks? |
| Them!
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| Who’s not hard? |
| Them!
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| Who’s not spitters? |
| Them!
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| Who’s not stars? |
| Them!
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| Who’s not winners? |
| Them!
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| Who’s not last? |
| Me
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| The way you battle thought I was in a Iraq
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| The way you battle you battle like a beginner star
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| Made sinner but not one bit sinister
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| We ain’t similar
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| I’m the star of the show you’re just front row of the cinema
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| In about five years time I won’t even recognise you
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| And I won’t think he looks familiar
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| I’m gonna buss, trust and I don’t need to snitch or get money or pay for a
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| solicitor
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| Make no mistake I’m so on track
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| Only mistake I’ve made, huh, Is dressing like Riddler
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| Me not Wiley
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| Me not Skepta
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| Me not Jamie
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| Me not Frisc |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who's Got , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп