| Now we ain’t ever gonna give this shit up
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| Fuck y’all weak niggers
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| Know what I mean?
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| We finna show you what makes us Shoe Gang
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| It’s that lyrical miracle, giracle shit yall cant do
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| Niggers don’t know we the Kraken
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| Niggers the unholy could only imagine
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| I throw axes at your thoraxes
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| While I get horny for action
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| Then Im on the attack
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| I’m the monster. |
| reenactment
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| You actin like you got ovaries
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| Nigger you overreacting
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| I was too extreme in battle
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| So I was excommunicated
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| By my group the league of shadows
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| Bury you in a mausoleum
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| You need the moves of Liam
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| Cause your daughter get taken
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| Wait you can see him travel back in time
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| So I can find your fucking family tree
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| Chop your ancestry
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| Break branches and leaves
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| Then get off free with the insanity plea
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| Your camp will be amputees
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| The rap game can’t amnesty me
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| I told you, I drink your spirit
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| And call it phantom punch
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| You a drunk driver cause you
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| Getting in your phantom drunk
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| I’m diabolical my style is holocaustic
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| I kill a cop in uniform
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| That’s how I drop the law suit
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| Whack mcs I hate y’all
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| Like I hate black cops
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| We operatin all black black ops
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| You faggots get merked
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| Put yo fam in the dirt
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| When I grip the snub you
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| Be missin son Amber Alert
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| I’m a superhero but I don’t need no sidekick
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| I don’t need no psychic the scope on my guns
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| A crystal ball I see your life is
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| In the zoom pistol croon like Bryson
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| I send you to hell then yo crew y’all get reunited
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| I feed off violence come meet a hybrid
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| A mixture between a lichen and Leonidas
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| A king call me your highness
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| I think I might just rip my face off
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| Cause I love to face off
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| And I don’t sleep
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| So what the fuck I need with eyelids?
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| My flow hurt your pride it alters ego
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| I’m a nice guy with a crazy alter ego
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| Aim for ya team niggers die
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| When I palm the Eagle
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| I’m a war machine and a don
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| Call me Cheadle
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| I’m so hip hop Imma use a word like gaffle
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| I might gaffle your ice when I ride past
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| Yo Rolex goes from your wrist to my pocket
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| That’s time travel
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| You niggers is close to defeat like shackles
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| I’m a renegade right
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| The M and Jay type
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| When I’m center stage
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| I’m finna take mics
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| I verbally demonstrate a MMA fight
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| I illustrate how art imitates life
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| I shine in the daylight
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| My image emanates light
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| The brightness eliminates sight
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| I’m sippin liquid propellant and nitric acid
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| That’s rocket fuel finna take flight
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| I’m a Titan like Saturn’s largest moon
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| You wanna be on the red carpet
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| Your bloody carcass Imma drag across the room
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| Extraterrestrial like District 9
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| I feed you arsenic yo side dish is Strychnine
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| No cancer stick when I blow the big sig
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| Crack your lower legs with a shovel call it shindig
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| In the morning I wake up to get the paper every time
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| Still I got news for y’all
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| There are times when I write bars
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| Mentally talk about makin headlines
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| Bars are death talk about makin deadlines
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| If a nigger try tanglin with’em
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| The banger’ll hit’em
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| Have’em hangin with Damien
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| Either that or angels’ll kiss’em
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| My vocab made up casting
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| My language is different
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| But it isn’t. |
| I’m a homo sapiens with alien wisdom
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| Start popping off Imma pop assault
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| Open season like topless salt
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| Cock and draw we’re no bank
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| But bank we chase
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| Create priceless crack so freebase
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| Popping the instrumental whether
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| I write with pen or pencil
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| While my instrument’s my mental
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| I touchem like shit that’s sentimental
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| Once my thoughts are sent to mentals
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| No priest but I offer enlightenment in the temple |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrical Miracle, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song Crooked I Presents: Top Ramen N*gga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп