| I’m a hard line flow pressure, professor
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| I ain’t in it for the fame but I wanna live forever
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| I’m so mega with the mo' better
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| Capital letter, if you don’t get it
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| Go get a Rosetta Stone
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| Either way you translate it
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| You better just let it be known that daddy’s home
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| I’m taking off my belt
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| I was staring in the eyes of my enemy and saw myself
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| Then the law got dealt
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| To the peasants in my presence
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| I’m the best in it even if I didn’t have a red cent
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| The resident resident Buddha blessed in it
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| Representative of how to wreck it while the record’s spinning
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| Comes well recommended
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| You gon' see me test my limit before my second wind hit
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| Pancake batter, grey matter, grab a dame by her mane
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| Have her love the way I came at her
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| When we step into your city
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| Keep it grimy and gritty, the Hiero committee
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| Run shit like the mayor
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| Party over here, what? |
| Y’all over there
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| When we stomp into your area
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| Everywhere you are
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| No one can better, nah
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| We run shit like the governor
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| But we gon' let it do what it did, what it does, huh
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| We run shit like the mayor
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| No matter the subject matter
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| The rigors with which I subject matter
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| With my inter-dimensional spits unparalleled
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| Did you omit, the progenitor click
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| Invented the shit in your well-spun fairy tale
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| Why give specks respects due
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| The truth will protect you
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| When next to you’ll see growths essential
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| Measurement ain’t even relevant or evident
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| In the shadow of a mountain
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| Shouting how big your pebbles is
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| Well rock on I’m such a generous gentleman
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| Who when times is reticent to denigrate degenerates
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| It’s mean, I’d rather disseminate the medicine
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| I mean all smart soldiers imitate the veterans
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| Congressional medalists from umpteen tours
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| Really here for one thing: your progression and betterment
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| Shoop heard veterans bailing in the desert winds
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| Spreading this gospel to any hostile settlement
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| I ain’t one of them dudes
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| You won’t catch me hanging out with none of them dudes
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| None of them fools, 'less I’m trying to run up bamboos
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| For a hundred grand
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| The shoes, the tie, the hat, the crew’s dip
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| Plus the new shit that would arrive and tighten up loose lips
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| Blue ships, the top pick
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| The crew sick, and you pick the topic
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| The crew spit hot shit
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| Subduce the subconscious cause I’m just lyrically obnoxious but conscious
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| You niggas better feel me or chill, B
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| Don’t ice grill me just blow nice
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| But really, I only smoke spliffs
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| Kush like Nubia
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| Kushite to harm your king
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| The swing’s off ya, steel shine
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| No prime flow when it’s time for the rhyme flow |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mayor, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song The Kitchen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп