| Long as I make hits, can’t miss me
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| I exist where the blacks is, can’t blacklist me
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| Come try me
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| I’m too boss, can’t hire me
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| I’m free, can’t buy me
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| Y’all blow me
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| I found my own way, y’all ain’t show me
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| You cats don’t know me
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| Try to ignore me
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| I grow in numbers on the Ave normally
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| I move abnormally
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| Spread rumors, but this cat lands on feet
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| Cats on feet, see? |
| Pumas
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| Be gone
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| You can’t throw me off, you ain’t put me on
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| Put simply, y’all ain’t wanna play me, so how you gon' sit me?
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| How you gon' silence
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| I’m my own stylist, so how you gon' strip me?
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| I represent the first of a breed
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| Can’t hurt me
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| This is heaven to me
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| I represent the first of a crew
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| Won’t hurt you
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| This is heaven to me
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| Brazen
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| The Matrix can’t hold me cause I’m my own agent
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| It’s all fair
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| Can’t knock me off cloud nine
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| Ain’t put me on air
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| So now I’m famous
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| But I ain’t here to party y’all ain’t give me no favors
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| I made A-list, but drove my own spaceship
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| Kept my nose nowhere near Uranus
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| People told me I should not burn bridges before
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| But why I need a bridge someplace I ain’t trying to go
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| I’s a new emcee, y’all ain’t help me spreadin' the news
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| Now you need me, more than I need you
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| I do not need you
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| Fool of you to assume you could swoop in and just soup me up
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| I’m not miso
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| But I’d be smooth like peep where I’ll be soon
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| Now if you don’t play me no one’s gonna listen to you
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| You don’t write about me they gon' know you outta the loop
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| Don’t credit my incredible ability and all you gon' manage is to damage your
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| credibility
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| I move with patience and humility
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| Ignored by networks, put in my legwork like millipede
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| Still rocking sweatpants and a Dilla tee
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| But now I’m like the military
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| I’m still a man of little mean
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| But I don’t know what little means
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| I wasn’t little in the little league, literally
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| I don’t know what being little means so you can not belittle me
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| See I ain’t need a middle man, to get the cynics to consider me
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| Not the kid that cracks or acts jittery
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| So how y’all pulling this and that, riddle me?
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| Ya’ll never gon' get rid of me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First of a Living Breed , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album First of a Living Breed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп