| The artistry night settles down over Montego Bay
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| The hustlers and ballplayers come in to play
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| Lifestyles give a grand view as Pan Am flew
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| Some nest down from the iron wings of Jet Blue
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| Dress shoes beach front penthouse, pimped out villas
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| For fly niggas, quiet killers
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| Millennium condominiums with wide pillars
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| The finest community’s resorts for golf, digital room keys
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| Luxury spas for broads, shopping, dining
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| The beach chair with the mayor reclining
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| A clear atmosphere, see the planets aligning, shining
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| Dive in the turquoise water, during sun-time
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| During the moon skyline the stars reflect like quarters
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| Then it’s casinos, poker the gamblers come out
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| But on the other side its soldiers, the hammers dump out
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| They shoot up corners, five Gs stashed for the lawyers
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| In case someone saw ya' amongst the snake-talkers
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| The night walkers the native New Yorkers
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| All the way across the borders, we hit the streets like savages
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| Start apartheid like the Africans
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| M-16 with banana clips
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| The streets made us like this, I told my psycho-analyst
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| Can’t handle it
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| Better than a young man’s knowledge is an old man’s experience
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| Skin tatted up, my mind is luxurious
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| Though I stumble I rise, seven times stronger
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| More thorough in the mind, street thesis
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| We all in prison, none of us free
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| Shop in the richest neighborhood, it’s still government cheese
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| Shove ‘em and squeeze, gut ‘em and leave, blood on their sleeve
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| Cut ‘em with these, roll ‘em in a rug under trees
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| Mob dude laughing, cartel assassins
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| Fucking guy, I use a barbell to bash ‘em
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| Democrats and the fascists, nukes pointed at the continent
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| Armed defense board of education decaying
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| Bombs commence attacks in Iraq, sign of the times
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| Money over mind soldiers in the line, Jehovah or the wine?
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| The news takes over the tube, face confused
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| This place is a zoo, meanwhile at Mr. Chow’s
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| Sitting down with black cards and fast cars are rap stars
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| That attracts y’all, if we don’t tell the truth to the youth
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| About their roots what they planned for you
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| We deserve the punishment due
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| Better than a young man’s knowledge is an old man’s experience
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| Skin tatted up, my mind is luxurious
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| Though I stumble I rise, seven times stronger
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| More thorough in the mind, street thesis
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| How I stay afloat as the GOAT, the rap game needed a pulse
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| Y’all beat it to pulps, what I seen was a bulb
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| Above my skull, I took the oath
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| Expose y’alls team as a hoax, what I seen was a joke
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| I went in the vaults
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| The murder I wrote never heard my approach
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| Silence will I kill the giant? |
| I’m still a lion
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| With the courage to give y’all the street coverage
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| Heat busting, flights with the Louis V. luggage
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| ‘Till police cuff ‘em coming through customs
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| Slug ‘em or they drug ‘em
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| Bullets through his chest or his stomach
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| Death is sudden coming from the east, north, west and southern
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| Streets is stubborn you cheated, you fronted
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| The priest is governed by higher forces, maybe flying sources
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| From another orbit or they hide in waters
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| Found by scientists when I’m rhyming I am Hiram Abiff
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| My lines are the bricks
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| Better than a young man’s knowledge is an old man’s experience
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| Skin tatted up, my mind is luxurious
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| Though I stumble I rise, seven times stronger
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| More thorough in the mind, street thesis |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Thesis, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Psychic World of Walter Reed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп