| Uh huh
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| Yes, lawd
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| Knowledge, nigga
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| Uh huh
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| They call us overlords and overseers
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| The pen’s like a razor blade under the tongue like Birdie if you tryna see us
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| See if you ask me I’m a fucking genius
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| style, bloodline running through my veins, can you believe it?
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| Achievements all I think about, fuck what you talking 'bout
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| There’s chalk around the paper when I write, my mind is gunning down
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| No dumbing down, just double dutch, entendres 'bout to tag you in
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| Went Hulkamaniac, now we wrassling, pulling tricks, silly rabbit
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| This ridiculous bastard relentlessly ravages anything that he steps on
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| I’m pure, not diluted, don’t confuse this for average nonsense
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| Bang this shit till you go deaf
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| I represent for the hopeless
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| I was right when they went left
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| Outta sight, outta mind, that’s the way that we keep 'em
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| Quiet is kept, a nigga been pressed but nevertheless I levelled the field
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| My shit is realer than competition
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| What I do, I can paint you a picture I know you won’t like it
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| Invite ya to judge, I don’t want opinions so won’t you keep 'em to yourself,
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| lawd
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| (Ooh, let go
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| I get the feeling something is off
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| I am feelin'…)
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| Look, you niggas think you wise but none the lesser
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| The young professor preaching at the speech, impress ya
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| Decisive measures through these recent pressures
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| These devious tactics don’t pivot the euro-step from the topic, that’s called
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| traveling
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| I could justify while you tripping, your head’s been in the clouds
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| I juxtaposed the jump and jabbed your jugular with a javelin
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| Take you down a path or two, introduce to reality
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| Wherein two days there was fourteen black women abducted
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| Not seen on your television, think outside of the box
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| Try to use common sense, that’s if you have any left
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| It seems like nowadays the more you say the less they listen
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| People talk, form their own opinions then project that to the whole world
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| I’m still in survival mode, Busta Rhymes with a spliff like it’s spliff mode
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| Potential in my voice when I speak like Big’s demo
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| See most these niggas garbage and
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| I’m Marcus Garvey and Gotti mixed with a bit of Gandhi
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| And a hit of ganja just to top it off, I’m fucking gone
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| (Ooh, let go
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| I get the feeling something is off
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| I can feel it…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Feeling , by - K.A.A.N.. Song from the album All Praise Is Due, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп