| The uncursable king to being versatile
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| Test me and get your title took like something personal
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| Kill ya three times, into the future I run
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| So the DVD of part three will drop before part one
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| My style complex, everything you trying to be
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| You couldn’t figure it out if I gave you the ‘i' and the 't'
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| I broke in your thought bank and deleted it
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| See my words are like minutes
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| Neither’s the same as the one that preceded it
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| If this appearance started speculation of my involvement
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| Each body part went to his wife in monthly installments
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| To try to speak my bars is insubordinate
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| Your tongue will dissolve like it was dropped in a toxic flammable solvent
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| Attack your consciousness and enthrall it
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| Scholars said explaining me is like a phone with no number, they can’t call it
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| All in all, I brawl with maximal gall
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| Lyrical shadowboxer who sprawled and left cracks in the wall
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out
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| If I beat you in '99, the level etched in your mind
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| I’m ten times better now
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| So if you reach it, you still ten levels behind
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| I harpoon the invisible symbol that marks you
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| My so far away that the light was dark too
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| When you see the hovercraft, know that I’m at the helm
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| My thoughts stem from a source that exists beyond the mortal realm
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| In actuality, you’ll never reach the science in me
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| Until you learn how to reciprocate the sky and the sea
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| At the loftiest peak is where my imperial seat be
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| My feet be so high the universe is underneath me
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| You can’t beat me so you surrender completely
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| I sweep through galaxies barely speaking
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| They should exhume my tomb in 3099
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| And place my rhymes in their own Smithsonian-like shrine
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| Call me to the square, I promise you through
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| A child you ain’t even conceive yet got a better chance of living than you
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out
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| Let’s fast forward to the day I’m supposed to face your rhyme
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| I’ll bring a camcorder in case you think I’m spaced and blind
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| Feel me wrecking you entirely, won’t erase a line
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| Come back and show you that you lost so you won’t waste your time
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| My head space is a fertile intellectual oasis
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| Recreational planet to planted high speed chases
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| I walk acres of an infinite matrix in eight paces
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| I shift earth plates with my most basic rap statements
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| You in the mental basement, lackadaisical and complacent
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| While the thought rates of the ancient greats and mine lay adjacent
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| So many inimical verbal homicide cases
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| That me and the coroner are on a first name basis
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| Cranium overload, too many thoughts for your one brain
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| It don’t fit like seven cars parked side to side in one lane
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| Over you I floated with stealth
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| You couldn’t make the story end with you winning if you wrote it yourself
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have ‘em so mad that they wanna pull a strap out
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| I make ‘em tap out
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| Have you so mad you gon' wanna pull a strap out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tap Out , by - K Rino. Song from the album Triple Darkness, Vol. 2: The Lyrics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп