| Your false acts still lookin for teeth
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| And it seems it hasn’t worked out in months, your time is up
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| Doubts that rise from the treacherous dialogue
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| Your portfolio’s a poor rendition (???) piling up
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| That’s why we don’t buy your bars like the diabetic
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| We’re probably feeling fired up but you can turn your lights off (turn your
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| lights off)
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| And these flows are athletic, composed aspects, doors closed but transcending
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| You claim that your being yourself, but you can’t see yourself, you only
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| getting votes if the track’s trending
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| Back bending for a license that show (???)
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| Amphibious flows got me touring' the globe scope with a torch lit in my hand
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| ready to show the world hope, sure hold
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| Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swingin' like swordplay, all day,
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| all day, what up
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| That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| My forté
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| A mind that’s like (???) remind it to proceed (proceeded)
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| Scatterbrained, rearranging parts to obtain
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| Overcame the worst in (???)
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| I kill the beat and then I leave that knife in (knife in)
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| My condolences I leave in writing
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| Decrying with the words tryna beat the giant
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| Violence raised full force but you keep denying
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| My alliance won’t be moved, we just keep supplyin'
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| Words like therapy for needy clients
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| I fly over, I can see climate
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| Steady rollin' we defeat the tyrant
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| Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swingin' like swordplay, all day,
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| all day, what up
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| That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| My forté
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| Uh, look, I elevate with my regiment, measurements couldn’t hold us we focus on
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| self development (all day)
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| Not the pendant or where that pendulum hits (yeah)
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| We be like hawks flying' over you pelicans
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| Perilous times await
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| Invade your mind like a fleet of Romans
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| Roamin' around we defeat opponents
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| Potent with the wordplay, when it’s verb spray
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| Trust that we see the motive, hoping you can beat the slogan
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| I spit the coldest bars to keep me focused, flow stay real fluid you can peep
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| the? |
| soulful?
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| We’re not impressed by you posers, you left a better impression on your sofas
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| And for these slow cultures, you can’t catch my train of thought at the pace
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| you walk
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| So every day we head of them, and I’m telling' 'em
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| That we’re far from finished, cus' this is just scratching the surface like
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| it’s melanin
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| Hey hey, what up, what you say, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| Hey hey, what else we be hangin' (???) swinging' like swordplay, all day,
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| all day, what up
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| That Vulcan grip is my forté, that Vulcan grip is my forté
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| My forté
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| My forté |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vulcan Grip (Topic 3), artist - Hawk House. Album song A Handshake To The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп