| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you,
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| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you
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| Check, When I start breathing heavily, I scar the beat and melody,
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| They said that we dreaming we’ll keep reaching till we leaving heavenly,
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| The key to freedoms said to be, release and leave the memory,
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| Think you offended me? |
| Please, with critics like these who needs an enemy?
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| Indeed a breed of pedigree beast unleashing speech telepathy,
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| Here to bleed the industry of its diseased and evil effigy,
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| Demons, thieving, greed and revelry, we’re in need and seeking remedy,
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| But it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me like a centipede,
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| I’m a train upon a track, I’m a flame upon a match,
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| Ain’t straying from my place I want my face upon the map,
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| I’m the weight upon your back, I’m a razor on your lap,
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| We came to conquer, stage and opera, fade it onto black,
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| Now hush, hear the voice, so addicted to the,
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| Rush to fill the void, missing everything we,
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| Love to feel joy, build it up then we,
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| Crush, kill, destroy
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| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you,
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| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you
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| I go bananas every time, mind blown Nirvana, Nevermind,
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| They need some ketamine to calm us, harness the darkness every line,
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| Till I been enlightened I’m leaving 'em terrified,
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| Like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed every night they go beddy-bye,
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| Fat as the fattest Federline, fat as that cat post Brittney,
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| Madness that is a friend of mine, rappers get mashed so quickly,
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| War comes, hear the roar from the raw drums, beat your poor son just from the
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| boredom,
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| Jump up, but you’re stunned, dumb struck, you’re done like Young Buck post
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| Fifty,
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| We claw at the morons, and pour on the soothing hooks on heaters,
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| Like them pouring the Boron on core on the shore of Fukushima,
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| They adore the recordings and we lording it over them,
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| Think we’re joking? |
| Then we’re going door to door with some Dobermans,
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| No DMX, they thinking they got me pegged like BMX,
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| But ain’t seeing T or X, Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents,
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| We the best, no Khaled,
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| We the best like Ali, Muhammad
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| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you,
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| We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
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| They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to,
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| You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers,
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| Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom , by - Hilltop Hoods. Song from the album Drinking From The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп