| Uh, cheah
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| Ah, ah, ch-cheah
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| Taha
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Goin, goin, go
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| As we continue on
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| The name of this joint right here is called Invisible Man
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| Featuring Emanny, shout to Chemo on the beat
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| Shout to mixtapekings.com
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| Can anybody out there hear me? |
| I feel like my voice is lost
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| 'Cause I know the whole World can’t see me, close to just fallin off
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| But with everything I am, I still find a way to stand and keep movin
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| While I’m here so strong and still, like I’m invisible
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| When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
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| With the phone off, near a withdrawal
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| Got a paranoia problem, so I’m known to keep a trigger round y’all
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| B.I.G. |
| told me they be prayin for a nigga (Downfall)
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| I’m vacationin on a beach with no sand (and, oh!)
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| Tryin to check the time on a clock with no hands (what else?)
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| Feel like I’m gettin close but I’m nowhere near it (AH!)
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| I touch it but don’t feel, listen but don’t hear it (OH!)
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| Starin out a project window under mad stresses
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| Me and my mental got two different addresses
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| One’s national, Trump International, rational
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| One is still stuck on the Avenue (oh)
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| If you don’t understand, fine (but my)
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| My body’s playin hinds with the mind, tryin to escape a landmine
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| Revamped, designs I search but can’t find
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| Recant times when the future was a tan line (oh!)
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| Damn, shit was much brighter then
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| Now it’s just vitamins mixed in with Vicodin
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| If they gonna set you up to lose, why try to win?
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| 'Cause a scar don’t stop nothin on a Viking’s skin
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| So niggaz can come after me
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| Even «Intelligent Hoodlums"become Tragedies (they become tragedies)
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| I move in silence, the Jadakiss of Jers (why?)
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| So when it come to Benjamins I don’t say a word, ya heard?
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| See I can ball in the cufflinks
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| Step out, tear down the party and the club scene
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| But I think it’s obscene, the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
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| I pick anonymity over being famous
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| From the start, even if they don’t see it, I play a part
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| Rather than sell a record, rather do it from the heart
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| I rather put me before y’all
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| I know niggaz might call it self-centered, I call that bein smart
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| So I stand behind mics, not even worried about the limelight
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| That’ll manifest when the time’s right
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| If I was Kanye, I wouldn’t have these problems (but then)
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| But then I’d have Kanye’s problems (cheah)
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| Blessed with everything they ever fronted on the planet
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| But loot’s the only thing I ever wanted on the planet
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| Back on that canvas, just lost my bandwidth
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| Granted, I’m a always counter, granite
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| I been where you tryin to go, the God said it
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| So eggin me’s not strong-minded, it’s hard-headed
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| Thought I was on the right route, tacklin the game
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| 'Til they handcuffed my mouth, put the shackles on my brain
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| Popular stranger, gone but still here
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| Handicap my career, I put it in a wheelchair
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| Let’s keep the deal fair, nothin but real here (so!)
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| Amazed after all these years I still care, it’s weird
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| Shout to Amadu, Junior
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| My nigga Mitch Mitchell out in Vegas
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| DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Invisible Man , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Mood Muzik Vol. 3.5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп