| One-two, one-two, girl you could hear me?
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| one-two, turn me up
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| I’ve been a threat since Benetton Gazelles in Valleys
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| The Icon in graffiti in the Brooklyn Alley
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| Touch hearts of the Pharaohs in the Egypt Valley
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| My Engineer can’t see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
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| Still rowdy even though we in BM’s and Audis
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| Lookin like black Saudis in black Denalis
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| I’ma terrorist attack when I get on the track
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| If I’m ridin’shotgun, I need one in my lap
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| I adapt in any habitat, a BK desert rat
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| It’s war, then we sendin’back bodies and gats
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| Flip the white flag, homey it get worst than Iraq
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| We know the CIA game was to frame us wit crack
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| So each bar’s more dope, heroin in my pen
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| Got a? |
| Marvin? |
| back robbin', head 'noddin again
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| Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
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| Who’s the flop and what’s hot got you locked in the Gym
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| Tell Jacob I spit Jewels I could drop 'em a Gem
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| And if he’s lookin’for a Diamond I could hook 'em wit Timbs
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| &(Hell Razah)
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| I’m hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
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| Before Studio 54 poppin’pills
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| It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel
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| Now we bring the game back into a New York field
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| I’m hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
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| Before Studio 54 poppin’pills
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| I’m hip-hop -- (since +EPMD+ +You Gots to Chill+)
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| I’m hip-hop -- (since +Bestie Boys+ +Licensed to Ill+)
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| Yo, I’m Christopher Wallace wit street knowledge
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| Apostle of the project
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| Speakerbox wit the G-Packs stuffed in a G’s closest
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| I’m tenement Buildings, cement streets, I’m British Walkers
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| I’m scuff marks on your brand new Alize
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| 5% Nation of Godbodies greetin’wit peace
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| I’m raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock
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| Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks
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| Last photo of 'Pac before his Beamer got shot
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| I’m the Queens, one man Supreme Team
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| Triple beam dream, microphone cream fiend
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| Top five dead or alive, I’m so amazin'
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| 2−5 costra nostra, heart of this culture
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| The game ain’t over
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| I’m the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you
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| Against All Odds, not the ordinary shit you use to
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| I’m C-Murder before the life sentence
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| Predicate felons, homicide chasin’niggaz, hopin’over benches
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| I’m hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
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| Before Studio 54 poppin’pills
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| It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel
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| Now we bring the game back into a New York field
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| I’m hip-hop
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| Yes oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest you fess
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| I’m Tribe Quest, I’m Moe Dee Wild West
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| Treach, 40, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I’m Doug Fresh
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| I’m deaf, I’m Canibus before he met Wyclef
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| Original, I don’t bite
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| I don’t need nobody to GhostWrite
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| Kool G Rap strike the Mic
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| I Recite the type of hype
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| That you like, I’m Sweetback
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| I’m Uptown Saturday Night
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| I’m Black Ceasar, I’m Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
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| I’m an Assassin rappin'
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| I’m Grand Wizard Theodore when he invented scratchin'
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| I’m Wu-Tang, Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
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| Gamblin', Hustlin', like Smooth and Trigger be bitter, b Bums diggety-diggety, Das
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| Literally, I’m Pun in the middle of Little Italy
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| Didn’t do diddly, gettin’me
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| Listen to me
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| I’m all good, I’m hood
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| I’m Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
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| I’m Poetic from Gravediggaz
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| I’m ODB, I’m Headquarters
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| I’m Ted Demme, I’m Paul C If I ain’t better than B.I.G., I’m the closest
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| I’m Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
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| I’m beef, I’m gold teeth, peace
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| Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaata, Soul Sonic
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| I’m Dre, the Chronic
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| Melodic with logic Islamic
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| A poverty prophet
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| Economy robbery, cock it I probably properly droppin'
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| It gotta be honesty
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| Opposite a novelty, rock it I Herbie Hancock-it
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| I’m Onyx Throwin’Ya Gun
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| I’m Funky 4 + 1 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renaissance, artist - Hell Razah. Album song Renaissance Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп