| I’m Wreckin' Um, all you suckers that tried to diss me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, all you hoes that wouldn’t kiss me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, punks who shot the bullets but they missed me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, in your face is where my fist be
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, all you suckers that tried to diss me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, all you hoes that wouldn’t kiss me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, punks who shot the bullets but you missed me
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| I’m Wreckin' Um, check it out
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| Dope verses I’m pumping them, your rhymes ain’t shit so I’m dumping them
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| Had a fight one on one, sucker swore I was jumping him
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| Yeah you started quick, but I came and jumped ahead of you fast
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| Talk so much shit you ought to wipe your mouth instead of your ass
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| I’m here to punish, this is torture not a jolly course
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| You bit my rhymes until your damn teeth caught a charley horse
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| I kicked a funny rhyme and all the suckers laughed at me
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| Jordan retired ‘cause he heard the Rockets drafted me
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| No matter how you try, no matter how you try you bust
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| Allah has giving me a mentally eternal thrust
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| If I get broke enough, I’ll swoop down like a heaven breeze
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| Catch ya businessman and jack his ass for selling Gs
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| You brought a bunch of nonsense but me bringing this
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| A gun or knife or stick, I’ll break a pipe by swinging fist
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| If it ain’t nothing but talk I might not throw a lick
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| But if you know shit is real I’ll drop your ho ass quick
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| So I’ma kick another frantic volcanic
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| Never known to panic, rough rhyme mechanic
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| Women can’t stand it ‘cause I’ve never been romantic
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| Your rhyme’s the Titanic, I’m an iceberg in the Atlantic
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| Ocean causing a commotion
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| Erosion detonator and poisonous potion, venomous chest explosion
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| Swoll him up, stomach punches’ll fold him up
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| My Black Book will slap his ass to death while I hold him up
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| Yo, you tried to roll but your tire stuck, think you’re dope, try your luck
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| Boy, I rolled through hell in a fire truck
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| So if there’s a chance you think I might not be checking ‘em
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| Ask your mama 'bout me fool, because I’m Wreckin' Um
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| Now I’m down with Islam you wanna know how it’s learning me
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| How long can I flow? |
| Double forever multiplied with eternity
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| Skills have increased, students came and I taught my flocks
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| Styles puzzled the genius, confused the unorthodox
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| Here’s your death papers, trick, sign them
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| To picture me pissed off, imagine every World War, combine them
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| Rewind them, combine them again and rewind them
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| I’m above, below, in front of his face and behind him
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| So MCs I’ma ruin your fucking route
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| Rhymes like a curved one pitch, struck em out
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| Shooting precise, seven shots bucked 10 to 3
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| Power so deep the black hole got sucked into me
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| You say I’m great ‘cause I’ve downed so many foes
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| I ought to join a circus ‘cause I’ve clowned so many hoes
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| But either way I kick the styles that break your bones
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| Shattering domes, hitting and splitting your chromosomes
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| Jack me, I never need a sucker to back me
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| I break in, suckers break out as if they had acne
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| So intellectual I think past scholars
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| So cool I sold a fifty cent piece for thirty dollars
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| Yo, intellectually advanced when I flow
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| You should know, I plug a mic in your ass and get HBO
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| So sucker jock me, all of my foes do it
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| Fell so deep in love with the mic that I proposed to it
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| Somebody dissed me, so yo if you did it go get it bro
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| I’m busting up your face like Riddick Bowe
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| I got them hands so I might ding ding ya fast
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| You can bring a damn bee, I’ll sting his ass
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| Fuck the Devil, I’m quick to diss a hippy
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| I’ll beat your ass from California to Mississippi
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| I’ma moon ya with some rough drama soon
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| But since we right here by your crib, go get my draws out your mama' room |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wreckin’ Um , by - K Rino. Song from the album Danger Zone, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп