| We ain’t went nowhere
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| When I say we, when I say we
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| I’m talking about the lyricist all around the world, man
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| We ain’t went nowhere
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| They keep saying don’t nobody be spitting hard no more
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| I can name a million of 'em
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| Down South, East Coast, West Coast, Midwest
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| The UK, all over the world boys still ripping up mics
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| Don’t let all this bubblegum rap make you believe that skills don’t rule the
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| world still
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| I remain dominant under the God’s same providence
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| Laying in flames I gain top levels of pain tolerance
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| Brain’s popping from mass jugular vein blockages
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| Lots of the people I kidnap wanna remain hostages
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| Humans in boxes in my lobby and packaged beside me
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| Immune to toxins, I could probably do crack as a hobby
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| Mad cause I be hard to defeat, should’ve practiced karate
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| When his blood saw it was me it went back in his body
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| His style is rented, I wallow and follow y’all at a mile a minute
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| Ridin' inside a copter with no pilot in it
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| I’ve been the deepest elitist MC
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| Compete with unthinkable speed and three illegal secretive breathing techniques
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| I’m sweeping those who would be opposed
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| My seed’ll make the fetus grow a half a foot every week with no GMOs
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| Predisposed to be a pro, at three years old I was even cold
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| Tougher than getting a zebra to wear people clothes
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| He was bragging and reenacting his evil tactics
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| I creeped in fast and I beat his ass with an Easter basket
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| Killer for hire now you under artillery fire
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| My umbilical cord was an auxiliary wire
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| The only time I’m in my happy place is when I’m in a rapper’s face
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| Sledgehammering ankles like I’m Kathy Bates
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| Matters if the cops is around, spot you in town
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| You ass out like a hospital gown
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| Like Kurt Vonnegut, written work I got a ton of it
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| A speeding car, I’m on the front of it like a 6-foot hood ornament
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| I serve trouble, thousands of birds huddle
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| Swerving as I show down dark streets doing a word puzzle
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| I’ma shank till he chokes and he faints
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| Like a teller getting robbery notes in the bank, you hope it’s a prank
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| My complete procedure freezes ether then defeats your leader
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| You won’t heed it either till I bleed and beat ya and Saint Peter greets ya
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| It’s hard to get out of my powers like flaming houses
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| Murder falling out of the clouds 'cause it’s raining couches
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| Mechanically designed to think straight with a backwards mind
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| So much pH in my bars I call 'em alkalines |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Barbarian , by - K Rino. Song from the album Enter the Iron Trap (The Big Seven #3), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп