| «Say, Brain—what do you wanna do tonight?
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| The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!»
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| Who the fuck is this Joey Bada$$ nigga, son?
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| Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
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| And said that you could flow? |
| Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
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| Who the fuck passed you the mic?
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| Check!
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| Puffin' on stramonium, underground like potholes but going fossil
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| These bars like art in the Smithsonian
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| These flows is for custodians, homeless men, horny OBGYN dudes
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| Browsing my laptop lookin' at red fallopian tube
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| They like «Yo Joey, you rude», I’m like «If only you knew
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| I’m only in school for cosmology, that’s why I act as lonely as you»
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| You see I’m wise beyond my years and my peers
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| So my voice over the snares is the only way they hear
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| What I got behind my membrane, but I’ve been smoking chem strains
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| So lately I’ve been having hard times with remembering
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| But be patient, my studies prove Egyptians ain’t shit
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| Cause I believe that we could be like Neo in «The Matrix»
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| But fuck it, I’m erratic, momma lock me in the attic please
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| Til I draw enough static in my somatic anatomy
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| And come out imputed with fusions of «Blueprints» and «Illmatics»
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| I’ve been going raw, this just how I feel rappin'
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| We gave y’all Sur' Tactics, so y’all can’t even gas us
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| We taught you how to be prepared but still attacking the masses
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| Y’all better get y’all caskets cause we ‘bout to annihilate
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| (The new Babylon era) My empire gate’s in the Empire State
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| I’m on the higher platform, look at the way they clap for ‘em
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| Never fuck with phony men cause I don’t like my back torn
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| Nigga ask Kwon, this that top ramen' you ain’t used to
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| Keep it neutral to scruple and tell ‘em no beef like noodles!
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| Keep it neutral, just so you can scruple
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| I tell ‘em no beef like noodles
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| It’s world domination, nation, you’re tuned into my station
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| Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
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| Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
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| I ain’t about to rise to the top with my fucking team
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| It’s world domination, nation, you’re tuned into my station
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| Always got a doobie and a motherfucking eighth lit
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| Always got the trees, so what the fuck you mean
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| I ain’t about to rise to the top with my fucking team
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| Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
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| And said that you could flow? |
| Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
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| Who the fuck passed you the mic?
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| Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
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| And said that you could flow? |
| Point 'em out bitch, I wanna know
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| Who the fuck passed you the mic? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World Domination , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album 1999, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп