| Yeah, back from the dead
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| It’s the Rebel, I Soldier, I told ya
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| I shall return, yeah
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| Ya’ll done fucked up, lettin' me live, something’s got to give
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| I’m positive, you’re gonna all pay homage
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| Believe me, I ain’t lyin' down that easy
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| And that thought applies for those who proud to see me
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| Through the distraction, I was wounded in action
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| An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin
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| Now I pack a vengeance like Steven Seagal
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| I’m back from the trenches to even the odds and…
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| You hear the rockets red glare? |
| The bombs burstin' in air?
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| Gave proof through the night, that I stood through the fight
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| Yeah, the Rebel’s still here, what?
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| Ya’ll better rock ya’ll hoodies
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| And hold your girl tight, before we pop that pussy
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| It be so real, I don’t need no deal
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| My mass appeal make a marvel out how he so ill
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| Ya’ll time is up, try your luck, ya’ll wind up
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| Fucked up, before you even recognize I struck
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| Roll with the live dozen, got all eyes buzzin'
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| With strong rhymes cousin, been a long time comin'
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| Break your weak links, in the chain, fuck your mink, and your reign
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| Son is lame, plus he thinks it’s a game
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| But, we about to apply the heat (the heat)
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| And snatch him up out the driver’s seat
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| I put my life on it, post up like who want it
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| Blast off with the force to send ya’ll in orbit
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| Wild like whitey’s in the mosh pit, yeah we gon' start shit
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| Pack 'em down, then corner the market
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| To all my real M.C.'s, the ones without a deal M.C.'s
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| The ones who kick the real life music
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| Let’s link, them niggas can’t move no more units
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| For life I’ll be underground, their first thought
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| Was yo, «How did he survive with no commercial support?»
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| Damn right, I miss the corporate politics and tricks
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| Where the SoundScan is rigged and contracts are fixed
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| I sit in the pit where the grime exist
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| Legendary, they still lovin' my rhymes from 9−6
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| Now I’m back, that’s my word as I reveal this shit
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| By choice or by force, ya’ll gonna feel this shit, ya hear?
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| Yo, this is all out war, I’m callin' on all outlaws
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| Son, they new to the art, ain’t true to the heart
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| Who’s down for the cause, huh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vendetta , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп