| I see shoes in the street
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| And wonder what’s their story
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| If I left mine
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| Would you look behind, try to explore me
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| I know one day Ill fly high with Carissa
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| There’s a long road ahead of me
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| Still lord knows I miss her
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| I’ll never let her die in vain
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| I’ll rhyme the pain
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| Now I know the world knows the motherfucking name
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| See, iv’e caused destruction from Hollywood to Carolina function
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| Putting punction into something, saying nothing, that’s saying something
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| Need nothing, pen, pad, or twitter lines
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| Salty rappers at me, fuck em, they Spit bitter lines
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| Newest litter right, It’s killer time
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| Killa cam
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| On my own set, dipping with my fam like fuck em, we ain’t playing
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| (G)uardian click run shit
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| Big up to the sandlot
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| Navy fitted caps, Raddy spit ya wig back with lyrics and metaphors
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| It’s The says nothing family knocking down your friggin' doors
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| See, fuck ya block up some more
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| Coastal marble floors
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| These raps are like gats for sure
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| Hi power, hollow point jazz riffs on some taz shit
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| Mental manial devil, fuck a schedule
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| I’ll raise your entire fucking level
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| And shit I’m hardly on, that’s Jeanleon
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| Now What’s good?
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| Everything bullshit included
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| This Life hands you a card, better fuckin use it
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| I used mine, passed away and was born again
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| Left my old soul on that corner, 11th & Michigan
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| My shits strinking, just like the grip of a python
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| J-a-y to the hyphen
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| Bytes in your ear like Tyson
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| Vacuum information to my core my like a Dyson
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| Water giant, king Poseidon with a trident
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| Lighting fire till they crying
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| Slug, Guru and Phifer dawg
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| Young technician writing Scriptures, Gods bathroom floor
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| I’m louder than ye' yelling
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| And they just swelling
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| I get the feeling
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| Hah i know I’ma sight or two
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| On the couch with Star jones, I reach out and enlighten you
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| I frighten who?
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| Visonaries afraid to speak they’re visions
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| My flows exciting wisdom
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| High like Vicodin doing Christians
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| Hovy told me to earn it, cause at top they’res not plenty
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| Won’t stop till ones mine
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| Breakfast, with the God, Angie and Envy
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| Big up Ebro and Rosenberg
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| Shoot to Sways universe
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| You may have dropped before me but I’ll be the one to do it first
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| Proverb of reverend Muhammad
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| Young Tillards a prophet, stop it
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| 11th & Michigan (x4)
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| Long Live Carissa Cole |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 11th & Michigan , by - Jam in the Van. Song from the album Jam in the Van - AmirSaysNothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп