| Yes, lawd!
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| Knowledge, nigga…
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| Ay you can call me what want but never call me finished nigga
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| I’m just getting started with my shit, this the beginning
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| I’m in this til there’s nothing left inside of me to give
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| The well has run dry, my spirit’s been torn by personal criticisms
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| «Nigga don’t write like that, nigga that shit sound wack
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| You used to take your time with everything, what happened to you?
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| It’s like you lost your passion and now you just past your prime»
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| I’m writing rhymes to ease my mind but half the time I’m lost
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| The cost of constant dedication
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| The price of paying for patience is painstakingly taking it’s toll
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| It’s outta control now
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| You feeling the way that I’m rapping attacking the beat and I’m wanting to slow
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| down
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| I’m giving you all that I got and I wanted to find some peace
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| The way that the flows been given compare it to immaculacies
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| Your favourite rapper spits a verse full of inaccuracies
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| I do believe in truth and all that, like karma 'bout to call back
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| So reaping what you sow’s what I call that
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| No fallback plan, my future straight, I know that God got me
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| Need to be better than what I am now, never accept a handout
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| Doubt’s a feminine trait, I’m a man so I act accordingly
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| Like Lee Corso I call the plays and analyze the game
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| I elevate the perspective, it gives me vision when they go blind
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| But never forget that I murder this shit and I been ahead of my time
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| The dopest of niggas that step in the booth and I end this shit with my mind
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| Alright, no stopping like obviously I’m on that but my God, I’m honest
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| My conscience says don’t do that
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| I see this shit like Asian rappers, ain’t no chink in my armor
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| 'Bout to drop the bomb then flex and harmonize with Imhotep
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| We giving food for thought, I’m serving delectable intellect
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| Don’t interject unless you 'bout to tell me some enlightening shit
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| The wisest words I ever heard but truth be told my partner said 'em
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| We said fuck the fame boy 'cause it’s fleeting
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| Just know it’s all love nigga, I got you if you need me
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| I said life seems so slow
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| Moving at the pace that I know
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| I said life seems so slow
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| Moving at the pace that I know
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| No pace but my own
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| Yeah
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| The pace that I know
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| No place to call home |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreword, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song All Praise Is Due, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп