| Whatever you name, whatever they possess, I encompass it all
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| It doesn’t matter who, there’s nothing they do that I can’t do
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| Listen
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| My wrath is known to land sharper than a javelin thrown
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| Half my dome is larger than the average home
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| I got these rappers ‘noyed, plus I slapped this boy
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| In the chin with a 2 mile trapezoid-shaped asteroid
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| Iron walls can’t seize through
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| Grab you and your friend and squeeze you into each other and Siamese you
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| A human skull versus a diesel
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| The masterpieces I paint levitate so I’ve never needed an easel
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| Some days I flip to the left, black
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| I kept leaving messages on my phone, but I’m afraid to call myself back
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| The whole game on my damn shoulder
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| Ram you like a Land Rover then hide your corpse inside my spam folder
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| If it’s garbage, I won’t hear it, sometimes I have the wrong spirit
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| Lose my head and start killing my own lyrics
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| Beyond your essence, I rocked ya
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| A team of ancient holistic doctors couldn’t unblock their chakras
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| Because I’m hard, I’m mean, I’m raw, I’m clean
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| I’m agg, I’m throwed, your darkest dream and all between
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| I’m nice, I’m mad and twice as bad
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| I slice and stab, ignite the lab with lightening fast adrenaline
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| They say practice makes perfection
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| Well that I question ‘cause you’ll never reach, it matters how many sessions
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| you invest in
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| Every minor success is a blessing, every failure is a lesson
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| The shoes of greatness are stepped in by the best men
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| But let’s talk about the way we throttle
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| MCs with crazy novels sicker than an 85 pound lady model
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| And you don’t wanna get unlawful
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| ‘cause I’ma set if off and let a shark chew up and severe your metacarpals
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| The annular grammar rambler with enough writing stamina
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| To compare my pamphlets to Britannica
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| Bars that bite, touch you and grand rush
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| Grip so tight the jaws of life couldn’t cut you out of my hand clutch
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| Never contrite when I’m fighting
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| But if I ever need a knife, I’ll write my name and slice you with the hyphen
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| Sick and throwed, it’s over when I switch in that mode
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| When I photobomb, whoever’s in the picture explodes
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| Because I’m hard, I’m mean, I’m raw, I’m clean
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| I’m agg, I’m throwed, your darkest dream and all between
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| I’m nice, I’m mad and twice as bad
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| I slice and stab, ignite the lab with lightening fast adrenaline
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| One swing of my hand oughta make taller men stand shorter
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| Grandfather of manslaughter, reverse avalanche starter
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| Artificial fictional bars fraud as a half quarter
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| In war I just laugh harder, y’all runnin' like bath water
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| I’m part of the sovereign universal majestic order
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| Paid homage to passed martyrs who worked for the Blessed Father
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| Respected in every sort of new genre, impressive author
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| Got the art, perfected thoughts in my weapon parlor-tell ‘em
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| The puzzle pieces of another thesis cover streets with leaflets
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| As I utter speeches from the upper reaches
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| I smother three fifths of others'
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| And learn the sequence, uncovered secrets that others sleep with
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| Steady improving how I do things, powers I’m using
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| Lets me wear a straightjacket and tie my shoestrings
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| You loot rings while I dispute kings and shoot tubular beams
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| That bring soothing while angels upon my roof sing
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| Because I’m hard, I’m mean, I’m raw, I’m clean
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| I’m agg, I’m throwed, your darkest dream and all between
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| I’m nice, I’m mad and twice as bad
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| I slice and stab, ignite the lab with lightening fast adrenaline |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adrenaline Rush , by - K Rino. Song from the album Conception of Concept (The Big Seven #2), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп