| How I be rolling, holding my sword, Lord I be zoning
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| Going hard in the moment, only God can control him
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| I told 'em it’s not a game, show 'em, know how to flame
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| They broken, I got 'em smoking, he stroking a lot of dames
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| Saying who the boss, stupid 'till you prove it, it’s talk
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| I’m Anakin before the Dark Side—moving with Force
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| Of course ready steady winning the feeling
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| The rain heavy, confetti, bet he be toasting up
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| Pepsi and Henny, plenty before him had bored him
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| But all that saw him had soared him
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| He the king of the kingdom, forefront of the forum
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| Scoring like I’m Jordan, applaud em and they support him
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| Reflection of what they taught him, salute him in postmortem
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| Don’t short him, don’t try, can’t play him
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| Can’t stop him, don’t try, won’t phase him
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| The money, the broads, the cars, nah they don’t make 'em
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| The CZARFACE Part 2? |
| That’s a bold statement
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| You’d rather sweat out a fever in Liberia
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| With 50 men that fit the ebola virus criteria
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| With nurses dead in puke unprotected
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| Infected area, ice-grilling ISIS while isolated in Syria
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| Now that’s a bold statement and it’s real
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| I got opponents just waiting to kneel
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| I find 'em all in infuriating
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| Kinda like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
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| With two bars kill your five man group
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| They got a three word vocab like «I am Groot»
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| Gimme Tylenol and Advil cause I’m violent of the head still
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| I silence all the devils when I’m wilin' with the rebel
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| Esoteric, I run rap like freestyling on a treadmill
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| I’m a giant with a pencil, modern science wants to stencil
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| You never get the calls and bitch about how crooked refs be
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| Your style’s pesky, like spelling Mike Krzyzewski
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| Bars dumb/hot like a Fox News anchor slut
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| Hang it up, your hottest shit I trump it like Gillespie
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| It was a concocted tale that was convoluted
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| Lawmen and prosecutors heavily armed to shoot it
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| A storyboard that was rough and rugged and filled with splinters
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| Courtroom colder than the Alaskan winters
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| A wild dog bit the extended hand
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| Exposed the secret world of a tormented man, damn
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| In this world, loose tongues are cut with razors
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| Something major, inside the darkest corners of twisted behavior
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| The lowest and hottest places on Earth
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| Large pools of sulfuric acid marks the turf
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| Giant land masses that pull away
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| A crack in the crust no trust and the killers are willing to pay
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| Eruptions for years in lakes of lava
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| Huge dome of rock on the block that’s from the plaza
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| The youth has risen to the challenge
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| Cause the grass isn’t green enough but its blades are sharp as talons |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Gods Go Mad, artist - GZA. Album song Every Hero Needs a Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп