| Can they kick it?
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| Hear the drummer get wicked
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| Can the mans really spit it?
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| You ain’t really listening, B
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| Sunshine, everything I spit is Vitamin D
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| Eyes bloodshot red with a vision of green
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| Bruck-pocket, but fuck it
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| I’m living the dream
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| Looking goofy like Steve Buscemi
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| With a shorty like Shilpa Shetty
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| Silver tongue like a steel machete
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| Guts hanging out your belly like spilt spaghetti
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| Money flying like hundred dollar bill confetti
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| Get me?
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| I’ve got the militant cartel
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| Who’ll empty your wallet like a Phillie cigar shell
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| My name ringing an alarm bell
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| The stake through a vampire’s chest
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| Every lyric is heartfelt
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| I give 'em the hard sale
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| The coke in the cooler
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| Bring me the Martell
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| You’re all toys like Mattel
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| Give me two sheets
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| I roll a joint like an L
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| Fuck it
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| I roll an L-M-N-O-P
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| Whenever I please
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| Whether lemon cheese
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| Or the peng is Lebanese
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| Trees from across the seven seas
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| The illest shit the world has ever seen
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| Can they kick it?
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| Hear the drummer get wicked
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| Can the mans really spit it?
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| They ain’t fuckin with me!
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| Can they kick it?
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| Hear the drummer get wicked
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| Can the mans really spit it?
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| They ain’t fuckin with me!
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| The war chief with a million militias
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| Billy is malicious
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| I’ll be doing this
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| 'til I’m living in a million dollar villa in Mauritius
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| Kill a lyricist, and leave him swimming with the fishes
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| Doesn’t victory taste delicious?
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| He died of circumstances suspicious
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| But insignificant evidence to prosecute
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| I make the impossible possible
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| Billy leap-frogging every obstacle
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| What do I got to do to get a beer around here?
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| Boy up the promoter
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| Clip him around the ear on some mum shit
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| You’re on some dumb shit
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| You’ll get confronted
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| Are you really feeling the beats?
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| I’ll hit you with a drum stick!
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| One sick son of a —
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| A hell of a hullabaloo
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| My head like a helium balloon
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| My ego is out of control
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| Off the leash, capiche?
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| Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
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| Can they kick it?
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| Hear the drummer get wicked
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| Can the mans really spit it?
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| They ain’t fuckin with me!
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| Can they kick it?
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| Hear the drummer get wicked
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| Can the mans really spit it?
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| They ain’t fuckin with me! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illest, artist - Jehst. Album song The Dragon of an Ordinary Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп