| Don’t think about it just do it
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| I’m your daddy, son
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| Get the patriot founded for a father
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| Initiator the full bearer your predecessor
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| The architect and now Arthur I sponge you son
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| And fold your hand daddy ought to clear your mind
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| Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father
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| Gave you pride about your south side cause I was your father
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| Use to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter
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| Let me slow down and state some fact
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| I put coal in my mouth they used to call me jars
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| I’m in the 84 legs with the jaws
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| Dodging family (?) 100 Gs
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| Who you thinking big brothers baby wanna be
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| But I’ve been inspired in it
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| Set the standards for grimey, intellectual niggas
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| Sothern realist they flow so deliberate
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| Boy killing me and out the new under the sun
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| Sit back listen I tell you how the south was won
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| With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads
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| Every go prison threads
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| Never scared raised the bar why you so detailed
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| Goodie Mob, Illuminati?
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| What the hell?
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| If anything why you pout your ass up on k
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| Get the food for your soul and nourished your brain
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| I remember no one is falling on December as I (?)
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| As I notice a simple apparel
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| Of different characters in the matrix they were learning
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| I’m your papi I’m the reason you were rapping
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| I got no time for napping you still have (?)
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| You asking me what happened
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| The music ain’t the same
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| Open up your brains and we go back to the pains
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| The facts still remain be careful with the chain
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| Then we got you through the pain and
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| And we made it out the rain
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| We’re artist, we’re teachers
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| We’re leaders, we’re soldiers
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| I contemplated completely killing my son
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| I f I can catch the wrath they’re stealing my son
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| To me got my own life I am willing my son
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| Yeah I remember stalling the I saw them stealing my gun
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| Before I started building my son I was stealing for crime
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| Can’t tell the difference on how I was feeling
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| The four walls, the floor and the ceiling
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| And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun
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| And he had a room with a view
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| And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside and have some fun too
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| But let’s be clear I’m not your peer in this gear
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| I am hard, I’m smart, I’m spotted
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| I am your father |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Father Time , by - Goodie Mob. Song from the album Age Against The Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп