| Who’s that? |
| That’s him
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| He’s the one with the skin so shimmery
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| He’s the one with the smile that’ll turn your brand new plants into old Ming
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| Dynasty
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| Golden touch
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| Be there when I show no luck
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| He didn’t want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts
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| You don’t wanna skip that queue
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| You don’t wanna rush that brew
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| You don’t wanna tell no one that they’re thinking of you with their speakers too
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| You just wanna be that guy
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| Live that life
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| Hit that yatti
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| Lay that pipe
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| Put that cash in your hand
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| Draw that line in the sand
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| Leave your hive
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| I never said you paid but you ain’t posing
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| I look down your nose same one that you poke coke in
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| Say five then keep stoking
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| My donny, that’s a weak slogan
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| That boy there keep toking
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| That boy there they can’t test and I done told them
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| How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
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| You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
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| Old and shit
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| We all getting ownership
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| You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
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| Skin cells flaking off
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| On the streets you leave your slug trail across
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| His fists were faded
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| Pixelated
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| The 16-bit scene face the boss
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| Another day another bean to squash, under foot
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| Take your loss
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| Wolf it down
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| Scrape your trough
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| The spice might melt your faces off
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| Shit (shit)
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| You just want to fill that baggage shop
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| You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle
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| prod
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| Looks like cunts came back and stopped
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| Send straight from the planet woof
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| You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog
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| And I ain’t seen a man dribble as much in my life but with drip after drip
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| we’ll me flooding the night
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| And now everyone’s paddling dreaming and shanking their bretherns and licking
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| the blood from the knife
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| And this city will flatten your skull in a vice
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| And then sell you your brain back for double the price
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| But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking
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| advice
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| How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
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| You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
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| Old and shit
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| We getting ownership
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| You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
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| Dirty goods, good looking
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| I’m about what’s cooking
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| Who stole your bookings?
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| Who gave them rookies there a whooping
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| I went handed them a hookup
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| Pirates get your face juk up
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| F the position you’ve took up
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| You’re gonna look up
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| 'Cause I’m so, I’m so, I’m so gully
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| I’m like, I’m like show me the money
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| You don’t you don’t wanna know me sonny
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| (You don’t wanna know me sonny)
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| But your going to like when you’ve got flow
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| And when your live and miming at your own show
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| Brother, was it all over though?
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| That wackness is a no bro
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| Don’t be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row
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| You don' know I’mma let my ting go
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| 16 in the clip holding them out
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| One of them shots might hit you
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| I don’t care though, you know what I’m about fool
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| Shout out to the old school I’m internationally known but move local
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| Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals
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| Should’ve just gone KFC |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mask , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп