| We yellin' «9−1-1», the paramedics ensue
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| So in this game of fake news, nigga, we know what’s the truth
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| Can’t be misled by false prophets out here singin' the blues
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| No Billie Holidays, just modern-day meteoric moves
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| Stuck in the groove, you choose, cruise, eventually lose
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| Your point in shambles from the gambles
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| What the fuck can you do?
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| Bumps and bruise’s hard to handle when you built like you
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| This simple shit got niggas shook
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| Got them lost and aloof
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| You could have been better
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| You could have been humble
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| You could have been smarter
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| You could have been quicker, ya bastard
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| Couple of screws loose, they fell out of your picnic basket
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| Tell me what you do to hide the pain, I know that you mask it
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| Nigga would you move the way you do if you knew the truth?
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| I pray to my God
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| Can we survive?
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| What will we do when the tides rise?
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| How can we prosper?
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| How can you see through them blind eyes?
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| CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
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| History repeats, these feelings like the end times
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| Niggas die, shot down on the front lines
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| The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
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| Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
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| Pray I didn’t miss the deadline
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| Wake the fuck up, and get on your shit
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| Yeah, you could throw the fuckin' towel in and call this shit quits
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| It’s obvious, it’s in your face, how the fuck you not convinced?
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| Only so much empathy in me, I’m out of it, I’m spent
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| So go on down the dead-end like all the novices did
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| Supplyin' a feelin' that’s unknown, yeah, it’s too real for the kids
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| So right before the bomb blows, bitch, I give you a kiss
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| Bein' aware is a burden, and bitch, I carry this shit
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| Y’all niggas awkward with y’all shit, shoot like Shawn Marion did
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| Just pay attention when you step, it could be treacherous, shit
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| 'Cause it could be any moment, any time, my nigga, you dig?
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| Your standards of livin' lowered
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| Lo and behold, we know what it is, eh, eh
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| I pray to my God
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| Can we survive?
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| What will we do when the tides rise?
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| How can we prosper?
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| How can you see through them blind eyes?
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| CNN, Fox News, sellin' all lies
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| History repeats, these feelings like the end times
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| Niggas die, shot down on the front lines
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| The prophecies bein' fulfilled as I speak now
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| Before the clock strikes twelve, hope I get mine
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| Pray I didn’t miss the deadline |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deadline , by - K.A.A.N.. Song from the album I.C.a.B.S., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп