| «You know there’s three kind of people in this world
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| That’s why I know that change has gotta come
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| I said there’s
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| There’s white people; |
| there’s black people; |
| and then there’s my people»
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| It’s the pure unadulterated hot shit
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| Liquid kiss of death, venomous toxic
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| Treacherous topic, cyanide scripts leave fools for dead men
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| I’m here to lock this
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| Down with the rage, you must fear me now
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| Walk the lands with the ground breaking sound
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| Travelling from town to town
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| Spitting slang while the 12 spins round and round
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| Receive a pound then we out and it’s homeward bound
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| Stating the page, obliterate pro’s and nouns
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| Blockades pave a way for these patent shakedowns
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| I’m done with the who, what, where’s and how’s
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| It’s the youth I’m saluting, it’s the knowledge I’ve found
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| Cascades from the age, I was born to make waves
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| Walk forty nights, forty days to get paid
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| It’s the pain I truncate to show you I care
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| Fumble with fear, fighting with the world but who cares?
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| Pardon me, but this monotony
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| Is killing off a part of me
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| It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially
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| I drop the nuclear letter bomb, pop the bottle of Evian
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| Now we got fans transfixed like planes at the Pentagon
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| Pen an epilogue for a cock with a semi-on, fuckin' with a demigod
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| Unleash the wrath of the renaissance
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| Elevate mind states to the next echelon
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| Save the children, grown men building
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| Women on our brains still blazin the chillum
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| I softly kill em' to the rhythm of life
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| Till the dark bring a vision of light
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| As I start grippin a mic and spittin a rhyme
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| It seems clichéd, DJ’s spinnin deep into the night
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| The day breaks, embrace the mayhem the AM creates
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| A grey place, rain on my face is acidic
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| Can’t take the basic pace of living
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| I’m lettin' Satan break my spirit
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| Dejaal winnin em 'over now
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| Overcrowded, pump the loudest sound to fill out the houses
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| The roof is on fire tonight
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| Can’t take it any higher tonight, right?
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| Pardon me but this monotony
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| Is killing off a part of me
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| It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially
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| These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry
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| But they can hardly see what I see
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| I spit saviour faire plus the timing’s sick
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| Feel the rush like a junkie s fix
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| Got my eyes on tits, mind on clit
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| Strive to make the timeless hits
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| While your boys write the lifeless scripts
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| Don’t take the piss, I’m totally bored
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| With your war stories, trust me son I seen 'em all before
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| What I explore is the deepest level of creativity
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| Minds combined in perfect synergy
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| The strain on your brain, you can’t get rid of me
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| I tackle terrain, it’s part of my history
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| I hustle in vain, Blair got a piece of me
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| I’m burning in hell, my words yearn sympathy
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| Faced with adversity, turn the TV
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| Burn the tree till my eyes turn burgundy
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| Third degree heat, keep the fire lit
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| Play my theme on invisible violins
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| A bouquet of barbed wire, seven sins
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| Hyacinths withered in an iron fist
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| Strict italist, twist the pure weed
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| Spit to raw beats, grey matter travels at warp speed
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| Greater than any before me
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| I force feed thoughts three courses, gourmet
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| Show weak minds the doorway
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| Step into a world of war games, face the warriors
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| Pardon me but this monotony
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| Is killing off a part of me
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| It’s part and parcel of my heart that bleeds partially
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| These bastards even wanna eat off our artistry
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| But they can hardly see what I see
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| I’m in the mainframe, blue flame blazin fuel
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| I ain’t afraid of fools, I was raised by wolves
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| Killer caveman painting walls
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| With the blood of his enemies, utilising my basic tools
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| In an age of pagan rule, turn the page
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| Amazing stories, going out in a blaze of fame and glory
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| Flames of furious anger, my form Manga
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| Walk with a panthers stride
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| Eye of the tiger, face to face
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| A leap of faith to complete the paper chase
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| Small change, slaves with more balls than brains
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| Ball and chain, angels that fall from grace
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| It’s all the same like tears in the falling rain
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| See her face, her voice as she calls my name
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| I wake up to the maze, concrete locked in a cage
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| Off key jotting on a page for praise
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| My soul plainly displayed in a case with my name engraved
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| For all to gaze and take pity
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| The last battle of the great city, the last pages of history |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monotony (Ft. Asavior & Diablo) , by - Jehst. Song from the album Falling Down, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп