| Holy shit, it’s fourteen years already E, where did all the time go?
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| I remember when you did your first Halftime Show
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| Like it was just yesterday evening, goons is creeping
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| Hebrews blacker than Zulus and Guidos rocking wife-beaters
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| Eclipse rocking FatBeats, hoodies and fondle up shirts
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| Him and (???) put in remarkable work
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| I did this show so many times over the years for the right reasons
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| Find a way to civilize a trife heathen
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| The ILL Bill collective, suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs
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| We God’s thugs, popping off guns, you lost blood
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| Like you lost your head
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| Talking to me is like having your fortune read
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| By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men
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| Then try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
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| Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job
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| That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
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| I never liked school, those fucking devils always told me lies
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| And tried to brainwash, we know the value, everybody fucking hates cops
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| And if you blasted one you gained props
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| Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger-striped and sniper shit
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| None of these fucking idiot can DJ like Eclipse
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| Fuck that! |
| He be on top going for Fourteen Years of Rap
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| If you love the real shit, give him dap
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| Congrats to (???) and PD Cologne too
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| Wednesday nights at, WNYU
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| Incineration of your whole Generation X
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| Better place your bets (???)
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| DJ Eclipse (???) got the sign blinking
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| Consider it illiterate, you can’t read between the lines
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| Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
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| Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down
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| Knock down and hit you with the impact of a DJ skid scratch
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| With a big gat that’ll flip your wig back
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| (???) like a board of secret cult
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| The vital data that can shatter government bodies
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| Rock parties like a boulder rolling through a nightclub
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| One might bug at the fact
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| Fourteen Years of Rap got me underground dap
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| I’m past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train
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| Here’s the weight gain from the great brain
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| Pass the spray paint! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 14 Years of Halftime, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Howie Made Me Do It 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп