| Yeah
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show (yeah)
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show
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| When I was 10, I realized I was dangerous with a pen
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| It shot through my veins and exploded the pen through the other end
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| Ever since then, I’ve been switched on like Edison
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| These rhymes, my vital signs, this music, the medicine
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| When I was 10, I realized I was dangerous with a pen
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| It shot through my veins and exploded the pen through the other end
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| Ever since then, my heart beats like ephedrine
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| Smooth rap veteran, chasin' the greatest that’s ever been
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
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| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
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| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Get 'em on the floor, take 'em to the end-zone
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show
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| Welcome to the freak show
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| Yo, let me get on this
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| I throw down, like I was never gonna come up
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| Always liftin' the Son up, 'cause nobody promised the sun’d come up
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| They say «leave it all on the field,» 'cause when it’s real
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| Never trade breathes for thrills, real
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| I throw down, like I was never gonna come up
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| Always liftin' the Son up, 'cause nobody promised the sun’d come up
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| They say «leave it all on the field,» 'cause when it’s real
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| Never trade what’s best for feels and that’s real
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
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| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
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| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Get 'em on the floor, take 'em to the end-zone
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show
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| This is way too fun
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
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| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
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| Now push it to the side, man, we killin' this
|
| There ain’t a man alive ain’t feelin' this
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| Pedal to the floor, still ain’t spillin' it
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| Man what? |
| Man up, someone put ya hands up
|
| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Get 'em on the floor, take 'em to the end-zone
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Freak out, what ya gonna do?
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh
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| Welcome to the freak show |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freq Show , by - I AM THE STORM. Song from the album Fight Musik, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп