| Don’t do weirdo, my flow is dinero
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| I’m Shakespeare from the very bottom of the zero
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| My flow is Jim Bean mixed with chlorine and morphine
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| Iller metaphors rig a tire to scream, ugh
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| I’m the alphabet alpha
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| Cigarette cigar move for six salgas
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| Rap for six hours, clog up computer routers
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| I’m ten drugs in one powder
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| Living in a concrete world with one flower
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| Sour, clogged in your Internet browser
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| Razor blade in your Eddie Bauer
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| Vessels made for the heavy shower, coward
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| See my pride won’t allow it
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| This is why I threw two planes at the towers
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| Gravedigger Illa, cascade grenade spitting lemonade scriptures
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| You niggas know you can’t fuck with
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| Illa Ghee and Brooklyn
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| I’m fucking incredible, ugh
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| In the rap race, spraying mace on the music
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| DNA of hate, but it tastes like grapes
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| And you ain’t fearing me lyrically
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| You feeling it really
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| Your boy Illa is the verbal World Series
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| Illa is the verbal hardcore, spitting words of world war
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| Plans to kill presidents, it comes with a brochure
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| Rap like a Kia coat found in a coat store
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| Imagine I’mma see them both found with their clothes off
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| Playing with grenades since first grade
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| Fuck seven MCs that battle parades
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| Grave robbing niggas where wolves at?
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| Come through pillage many hoods on wolfback
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| Do a drive-by in the kayak
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| I yak wild, I’m getting head while I’m high on trout
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| Half of destiny in the smile
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| Illa Ghee makes a beat bleed in front of a crowd
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| Illa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song B.O.D.Y. (Bars Over Dose Yours) , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп