| Yo I got an ancient masterpiece, scrawled inside my arteries
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| Let the devils dine in underground carveries
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| Me? |
| I just remember fleeting fragments of half my weeks
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| There’s still a couple muddy chapters I can’t delete
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| Little flashes of blue sky and darkened streets
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| I couldn’t tell you if I’ve changed since my last release
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| A drunken preacher in his parish barking garbled speech
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| Can’t secrete, the serum you require to keep your heart at peace
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| I run with flame retardant freaks
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| And we ain’t stopping 'til we’ve copped a Sterling silver Castle each
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| I play the game and take my chances, Can’t be assed to cheat
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| Or just chew your precious deck of cards with sharpened teeth
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| Half complete or half deceased, depends upon your point of view
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| Or if you think you’ve been appointed the anointed few
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| Me? |
| I’ve epitomized existence since they snipped the chord
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| You can’t analyse my inner thoughts, Sigmund Fraud
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| Yeah… And if you ring me when I’m pissed and bored
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| I’ll drag you on a path you ain’t equipped to walk Sniffing chalk
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| Birth whole worlds. |
| Interplanetary intercourse
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| I ain’t trying to save my skin like an Egyptian corpse
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| Organs stored in terracotta pottery
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| I keep the one that pumps and palpitates under lock and key
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| Yeah… I spend my nights lost at sea
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| Pretty much every single rapper’s in my bottom three
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| Turn a meal to a mass of smashed crockery
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| Calmness or chaos? |
| Hmm, I’ll take option B
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| She smiled once and now you’re bragging like she wants the 'D'
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| I smiled once… It was horrid G
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| My inner bliss scheme is fire and that shit’s insane
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| My life’s a film I’m still amazed by every single frame
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| Check… that’s 24 coins a second
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| I pick the slimy chunks of beauty out the imperfections
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| I’ll duck a bitch but not a single question
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| And everyone’s a winner 'til the liquor gets 'em
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| Ah, the old gin injection. |
| It’s sort of funny how I
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| Ain’t felt as crisp as I did When I had that limb infection
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| I met this chick, we had a sick connection
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| But everyday we’d play chicken at busy intersections
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| I’ve heard the rumours, heard the whispers, heard the list of legends
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| But there I am, fuck your misconceptions
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| Hook:
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| The scale of the city was enormous
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| Wet feet hop across borders
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| Life lies beside me looking gorgeous
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| She was the bitch that epitomized flawless
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| That’s why I hold her down
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| Down, down
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| That’s why I hold her down
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| Down, down
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| That’s why I hold it up
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| Up, up
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| I try and hold it up
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| Up, up
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| But I still hold it down
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| Down, down
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| I still hold it down
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| Down, down
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| And always hold it up
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| Up, up
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| Always hold it up
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| Up, up, up, up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Mansion 38, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп