| Yeah
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| The Illa Ghee (Illa)
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| Gotta straighten out the business
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| See a lot of people got a blurred pupil
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| I am every letter for sickness
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| I’m a ninth diamond licorice
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| A king glorified via niggerish
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| Life is so vigorous
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| I destroy many villages
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| Vocabulary killer as the syllabus
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| Reach for the sky (sky)
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| I reach for the hammer when I’m low
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| When I click it when I’m high
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| I’m a skyline when it comes to radical rhymes
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| Crack capsule
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| Everyday alive is a crapshoot
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| It feels like I’m shooting in a black suit
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| Toss many rappers off the roof
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| When I’m in the booth
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| I’m a soloist group
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| I’m a white man hanging from a noose
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| I’m the cold truth
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| I’m a gun to use
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| As you drown in the fear
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| I’mma eat a masseuse
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| Better hold on to your roots
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| Cause I’mma knock the fucking feathers out your goose
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| I come up hard way, babe
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| And that’s the truth (and that’s the truth)
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| I’ve got the scars baby
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| Left as my proof (left as my proof)
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| I come up hard way, babe
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| And I’d do it again (and I’d do it again)
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| Cause I know that, ay
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| I’m duked to win (I'm duked to win)
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| A Yankee, so I gotta rep with the pinstripes
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| An immigrant trapped in the pimp’s life
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| You glimpse twice
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| Married to the game
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| But I’m eating the rice
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| But like Sean, it all comes with a price
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| I’m not saying I’m nice
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| I’ll destroy any rapper in life
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| I’m a nigga counting cash
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| After pulling the heist
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| I’m like Q-Tip without Phife
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| A cruise ship without life
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| A mother getting killed with a knife
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| Now that’s gangsta
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| This is what a lyricist sounds like
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| I piss in the pyramids
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| Flow is a Klondike
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| Rap King Kong, I perform in the bomb site
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| And call Illa Megatron, poetry, fog lights
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| Rap like I’m pitting a dog fight
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| My 44 twice
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| I’m a Newport, smoke from satellites (satellites)
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| Paragraphs made from parasites
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| Illa Ghee is made of lyrics and a appetite
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| I come up hard way, babe
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| And that’s the truth (and that’s the truth)
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| I’ve got the scars baby
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| Left as my proof (left as my proof)
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| I come up hard way, babe
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| And I’d do it again (and I’d do it again)
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| Cause I know that, ay
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| I’m duked to win (I'm duked to win) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blurred Pupil , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп