| Yeah, ah, it feels so good to be up in here, man
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| Yeah, JMT, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamach'
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| Shit got to change, baby
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| Yo, they put white picket fences on all black houses
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| Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain
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| Since that «Feast» drop, everybody on Shareef jock
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| I am what I am, without a deal from Reebok
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| While y’all was poppin' and lockin', doin' the beatbox
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| I was in the streets, ock, mean Glock tryin' to be 'Pac
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| Wisdom came in the form of seein' teeth knocked
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| Great G’s shot, tell me when will the beef stop?
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| I don’t think it ever will
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| That’s why I might seem relaxed, dog, but I could never chill
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| If that shiesty bitch don’t kill me, then the cheddar will
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| You think like a man with no hands, we could never build
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| I’m from the era where they measured skill
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| And if you disrespected the mic, then they disrespect your grill
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| The era was truly gone
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| But it’s 'bout to be resurrected by the Cauze, Kamach' and big Louie Doggs,
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| what?
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it
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| Yo, the forty days of wack MC’s blown apart
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| Replenish the earth, last miracle, Noah’s Ark
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| Rep like I own a art, Chief whole zone is dark
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| They want my mind and birth time so they can clone the chart
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| Hallelujah, Hell 'll do ya, Messiah spark
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| Crown ruler, crush medulla’s, we quiet hearts
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| While my slum street angel play a riot harp
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| Confusin' but amusin' to a mind that’s smart
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| What you expect when you hear the fresh fire start
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| Black sage, urban monk
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| Spiritually, you deserve the trunk
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| I got pistols with crystals, you pussies never heard the pump
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| Futuristic AK’s make turbans jump
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| Leave bodies on the side 'til the curb is sunk, Deer Hunter
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it
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| With the Jake I’ll never cooperate
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| A fuckin' vial of hate that God forsake
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| I’ll scar your face, Allah Akbar, God is great
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| You an animal that speak with the cops
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| Bleed the block, Vinnie Pazienza, Reef and Kamach'
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| I’ll feast on the crops, leave your body bleedin' from shots
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| My stone hands leavin' you with unbelievable knots
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| A key to the lock, my spiritual is an anomaly
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| I got the spirit of Bill Hicks inside of me
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| Military minded, shoot to kill
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| With the weaponry of Minister Farooq Khalil
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| It’s Lucifer’s will, why Abyssinians fail
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| But Israeli troops 'll storm the Palestinian jails
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| It ain’t like we never lost before
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| I just think we should externalize the cost of war
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| I’m like a sorcerer, Black Tibetan monks
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| Louie Dogs, my thoughts is pure
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it
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| This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun, start buckin' to it
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| We just dumbin' it out, but ain’t nothin' stupid
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| Time waits for no man, and such is proven
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| We keep it fuckin' movin', ain’t nothin' to it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutta Music, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп