| When the MCs came, to live out their name
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| Most rocked the rhymes that was all the same
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| But when I elevated and mastered the time
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| You will stimulate from the high post rhyme
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| You got shocked because you knew who you were rocked
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| Like the sucker MCs, from off my block
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| Talkin' to you, your MC crew
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| Not speakin' 'bout one n-, I’m speakin' 'bout two
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| Speakin' 'bout the thr-
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| Swearin' they can rhyme
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| Wanna battle the god, you’ll lose every time
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| Everything’s dirty that’s Russell Jones
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| If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Dirty as steak and that’s Russell Jones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| I’m lit as a stove, my shine light glistening, stones
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| But they don’t listen, their position is froze, bro
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| They wishin' to clone, position alone
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| These bitches get type D when I get in my zone
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| Yo, hater wanna bitch and moan, get grown
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| I’m in your face everyday like a zit or a mole
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| I stretch your mouth, like a fitness pro
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| I spit liquid gold
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| Fish and grits flow, swift control
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| Homie winnin', yo I’m different it’s sure
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| So highly anticipated to drop, call me Christmas snow
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| Witness the pro, I’ll whip it up, chip it quick
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| Get it to go, they talk fast, but they business is slow
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| Friendships tentative, fuck that man I did it for dough
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| And I did it so these niggas’ll know
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| Grown men tricking these hoes
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| Like «Hey Ma, meet Vanessa»
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| But just met her doing splits on a pole
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| Everything’s dirty that’s Russell Jones
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| If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Dirty as steak and that’s Russell Jones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| Battle me dummy, I’m raw like natural honey
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| Ain’t nothin' happen 'til after the money
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| All the broads call me daddy, they love me
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| All happy to touch me
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| Snake eyes glow, it had to get ugly
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| Truth be told, I ain’t mad to you buddy
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| I gave you 5 minutes of shine now it’s back to the money
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| Sonny, I’m laughing you funny
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| I’m wild like cats in Kentucky
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| You get your head cracked, that’s if you lucky
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| Flashy or bummy
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| I’m fly still, splashin' your bunny
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| Past hungry, you know where to get it faster then plug me
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| Niggas think it’s all lavish and lovely
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| I’ma animal trust me
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| I leave the scene massacred, bloody
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| Mad grungy, fat bag of that funky
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| Restin' in heaven, only way I see these rappers above me
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| Been a savage since pampers and onesies
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| Enter the 36, see if you make it back in just one piece
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| Everything’s dirty that’s Russell Jones
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| If you call it unique, call it Russell Jones
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Russell Jones (Russell Jones)
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| Dirty as steak and that’s Russell Jones
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| Straight gutter, bustin' up your fucking dome
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| Real shit, feel it in your blood and bones
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| Yo
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| Rebel for life, I’m better than nice
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| Lines hold your mind tight, like your head in a vice
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| General stripes, I spot you with the? |
| the sight
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| I’m ready to strike, I’m sayin' my nigga
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| Just have the bread right
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| Cause if the bread right, Deck there every night
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| Dime under the wings, she looking very nice |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Russell Jones, artist - Inspectah Deck. Album song Chamber No. 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп