| 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, dismissing everything we love
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| 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 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
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| Rattling the keys—rattling the keys
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| Rattling the keys to the kingdom
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| «Let me tell you what it’s all about»
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| «Turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom»
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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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| 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 find the lyrics of the song Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп