| 2009! |
| Geez
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| Yeah, this be that old school type shit
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| Yeah, that Blaxploitation shit (Afro picks, Cadillac whips)
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| We gon’hit you like Truck Turner, with the burner
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| I’m the Stereotype, in the zone where chrome meet chrome
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| Hard heads call it home sweet home
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| I rep that, hat to the back, chrome blaze
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| Low fade, blazin’the haze in the hallways
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| Young black nigga, bout to come back bigger
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| Rap action figure, that’s strapped with the spitter
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| I serve mankind like a super hero
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| Gonna move the people, with sharp darts to the ear hole
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| And terror spin, veteran style, ghetto child
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| Call his name, hear it echo for miles
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| Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile
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| Trust, I touch kids, but I’m no pedophile
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| The Superfly, I, O’Neal, holdin’the steel
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| With the ounce from the greenhouse bent behind the wheel
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| What’s the deal? |
| Dick riders on board
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| In this Bloodsport, I’m like Jean Claude, yes, lord
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| This thing, is gonna be alright (alright) here comes the Stereotype
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| It takes, time to get it right (that's right) count on the Stereotype
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| The Stereotype, this life, I’m knee deep in The creeps keep creepin', the heat streets sweepin'
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| The greed keeps feedin', the seeds need teachin'
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| Police be seekin', all the ones free speechin'
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| Guns be blowin', young g’s holdin'
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| Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin'
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| I’m half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin
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| Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton
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| A known fact, that I stay pro black
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| I go back like Kojak or Bobby Womack
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| Or maybe Jim Brown, been down from Ground Zero
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| Crowned reknown hero, sound pounds your earlobe
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| Mean daddy like a '69 green Caddy
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| Seen daddy soakin’that fox, she beam badly
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| With more drama than you find in the flicks
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| I’m Dolomite, without the afro picks or flyin’kicks, it’s…
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| My chain hang loose like I wear my jeans
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| I got soul like Rakim and Grandma Green’s
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| I represent The Projects, everything hood
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| Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good
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| In the bright lights, Big City, it’s ten times gritty
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| Doin’life on the streets, whose biddin’wit me?
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| Regardless, I’mma hold mine down, load my pound
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| Target on the unknowns who roam my town
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| There they go on that bullshit, when it go down
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| You know who the culprit, sure enough
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| The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely
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| I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E
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| Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy
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| Switch the game like plantin’cracks on the D.T.
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| Say what you say, G, hate don’t mistake me Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain’t me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Stereotype , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп