| Illa Ghee
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| Skizz
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| Brooklyn
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| Direct, dialect, dialysis
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| Rap like a chemical unbalanced that balances
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| The street life challenged by peace between balance
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| Their all from the norm, loud between silence
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| Nocturnal with the power of knock-outs
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| My flow makes you nervous like a cop with a Glock out
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| Niggas talk shit 'till its on, then they cop out
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| So either get the crack or the band and we rock out
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| Animal-like hood, the jungle is in your face
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| And since I am a gorilla, this is the rise of the apes
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| The sun may rise, but I can rise above space
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| I rise like an eagle, my eyes is on snakes
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| This thing called rap, I all that
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| And whoever push forward, get their brain pushed back
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| So if y’all a DJ, homie don’t play me
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| You’re watchin my throne like you Kayne or Jay-Z
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| I got the illest flow on the planet, goddammit
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| Niggas don’t understand it, cause the game’s underhanded
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| So, I spit it from the ghetto with a killer beat
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| You should pay attention and listen (to who?)
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| Illa Ghee
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| My grace is what I’m repping and tearing down shows
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| My flow is five 9/11's in a row (boom)
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| Black Mac-11's in the 9/11 door
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| News at 11, I done killed nine fools
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| Niggas sip, I’m high now
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| Shorty wanna put her pretty lips on my eye now
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| I now, flow like the wind in of the Chi-town
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| Lowercase B, see the Capitol’s eye now
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| See I rhyme like a bomb in the bay, with no limits
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| I’m about to do a show in the tank
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| Chicks love me, they see the boy flow and they faint
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| I catch bodies, the blood is on the wall like paint
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| I’m so raw, you never see me wearing the meat though
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| Catch the wife whores, I call them ocho cinco
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| Sink slow, copycat niggas is Kinko’s
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| Illa is a pro, homie click on the link yo
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| Ghetto nine’s iller
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| Ghee spits pesticides
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| give Dre a new Aftermath
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| Mathematic, supreme magnetic
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| Exercise the rhythm, cause the flow athletic
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| Deeper, murder any rapper on the feature
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| Smoking out of Wiz Khalifa
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| I keep the and high, tolerance is on zero
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| Lost, so how I keep winning like I’m Tebow?
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| I’m all about green, call me Cee Lo
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| Flow is nince kilos
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| Stack 'em in chips like it’s Doritos
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| The illest
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| And I don’t give a fuck what you think
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| Cause I’m a street king and I don’t mean the energy drink
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| See the drug tough guys copping fiends when they sober
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| My beef is like a long time bib, it’s never over
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| Move quietly, like a B-M-Dub Motor
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| Shooting every bullet at the skinny-jean culture |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salute The General , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп