| Uh huh, yes lawd, knowledge, nigga, uh huh, eh
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| Set up supplies from the weak and the rotten
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| We just the lost and forgotten ones, deplorables they call us
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| Disposable, they threw us out now choose your route and path to ride
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| There ain’t no fuckin' choices left, it’s feast or famine, I ain’t starvin'
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| No new friends, I really started from the fuckin' bottom
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| Fill a fat cigar with the finest flowers, I’m stuck for hours
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| Cold the cadence like an algorithm, call it alchemy
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| Out to be the best but who cares, I mean there’s more to life
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| More important things than what’s going on in your shallow mind
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| More pressing matters than making yourself immortalized
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| More to learn to find the time, we’ll get it right I’m sure we will
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| This shit’ll knock a nigga out like Holyfield, we hold our own
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| Post traumatic paragraphs, the raps and my pen and it’s plenty
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| Pennies for my thoughts but dollar bills for conversation pieces
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| Humble poet in the pocket make you think like Alan Watts did
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| Outside of the box diagnostic knockin' your door down (uh)
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| I feel like Nas in '98 I need a new velour
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| Rolled a 5 pack of the Backwoods in the humidor
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| Exclusive smoke, elusive ghost, the past we had to let it go
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| Came back for more except we grasped what they have yet to know (uh)
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| I feel as though we’re all lost, cost of our decisions
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| I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
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| I feel as though we’re all lost, cost of our decisions
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| I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
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| (Held high, held high, held high)
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| Sometimes I feel as though they hard of hearing
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| You hit 'em with that heavy flow and that’s a conversation period
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| I, try to ignore and talk to the Lord
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| Pray for 'em, but some fools just love to perform (uh huh)
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| Put on the Shakespearean ensemble, Othello
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| Niggas hit the runway and kept it movin' like propellers
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| Smooth, I ain’t fuck her I just gave that ho some mo' better
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| Same ambiance as Chris Wallace in the Coogi sweater
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| 11 passes in a row, the young
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| Forming the fortress that you can’t breach
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| We don’t speak on the telephone, relay the message back n forth
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| These bastards are no match for us
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| No fear inside the heart of the generals I precede with
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| Please give us space to breathe (breathe)
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| Give us time to think (think)
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| We just tryna make it happen man by any means (means)
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| Give us space to breathe (breathe)
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| Give us time to think (think)
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| We just tryna make it happen man by any means
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| This world is insignificant within the grand scheme
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| Try to keep that shit in mind 'cause it helps with perspective
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| I don’t internalize a thing, I let it it all go, ay, I let it all go
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| Uh huh, eh, eh, uh huh, eh, uh huh, eh, huh
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| Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need
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| Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need
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| Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need, eh
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| I’ll tell you what I, I need more peace
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| I need more sleep, I need more rest
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| I need less stress, I need more cash
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| I need more love, I need less hate
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| Shit I need all the above
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| Shit I love life, my nigga don’t you too?
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| So why you on the edge?
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| You goin' off the deep end tryin' to get ahead
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| These niggas talkin' like they wanna trap
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| Soon as they get caught up in some shit then they turn to acrobats
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| Flippin' on they confidants and even loved ones
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| All in the name of a lump sum where I come from |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Valley Of Kings , by - K.A.A.N.. Song from the album All Praise Is Due, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп