| Yeah… Yo
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| Zero! |
| Yeah
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| I got it though, King Uh!
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| My flow is the equivalent to the cinnamon challenge
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| You just cinnamon, a feminine chemical imbalance
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| Damn, them is bars if I play it back slow I bet men will pause to check that a
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| chemical imbalance, is Menopause
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| Connect that, nobody’s exceptional except me
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| But I don’t expect niggas to accept that
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| I monopolize, you ain’t been properly learned
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| I run circles round squares, that’s property earned
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| I’m concerned, ya ho tell me you all fake
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| And when she bored, we hit the boardwalk to find a park place
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| If you niggas take a chance, ima son you crazy
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| Cause when you land where I live, it be fuck you pay me
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| I spit Bar Mitzvahs, you spit that alright shit
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| You wish you had bars like this
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| Shit, I’m better with rhetoric please bet it
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| I’m a monster all these 3-headed, monsters get be-headed
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| Ya be headed to heaven the head of heaven’ll greet ya
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| My heads in heaven I’m preaching
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| Appreciate what I’m teaching
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| Teachers listen I’m talkin, you listen and talk too often
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| I’m teaching you actions louder, coming for what they owe me
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| I give a fuck if I’m early you see me I’m after hours
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| When I say hours you thinking time and progression
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| Nigga when I say ours, I’m thinking mine and possession
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| Ya life’s a mind of possession, and I take ya life
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| Cause I don’t mind a possession
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| Nigga you a minor, Mind ya business, my business’ll drive ya mind in possession
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| I intersect with inception and lose my mind in a session
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| You cross the line with aggression, Ima break you up
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| Just like inception, falling off should wake you up
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| I’m a hop skip and a jump, from poppin
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| Tuckin a hot, Glock on my hip, then skip to the truck
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| My chick driving, 5−0 said I pulled a OJ
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| Oh well I keep a bitch in the cut
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| In addition to that, if you bitch you get cut
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| I gut you like a fish then fish with ya guts
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| Yuck!
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| That’s nasty lines, illest nigga to do it since Nasty Nas
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| Listen here nigga, I ain’t just appear
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| I’m just superior, all my peers disappear
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| Fuck you clowns mean, coming for my crown get you buried
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| But that don’t make you a underground king
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| I’m a winner and a stunna
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| Stuntin' every winter
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| What the fuck, I’ll fuck around and put next summer in a sling
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| I break arms on all them, like tree branches that fall in the fall
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| You should leave, you ain’t seasoned at all
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| Ya niggas slow like leaves taking a fall
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| I leave you in a bag, like I’m raking the lawn
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| I’m bar over bar arm-bar breaking your arm
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| Disarming you, then this arm breaking your jaw
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| Palming your face, taking your palm the opposite wait
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| You not in my weight, I been waiting too long
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| I won’t stop till I’m respected
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| My flaws are purposely injected
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| To dwell amongst you humans undetected
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| It’s only 1 God, God bless liars jaws
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| Niggas hard press, like they ain’t know the mess I have caused
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| I’m the best by a far, ain’t a large debate
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| I got fish so big to fry, I’m using Jaws as bait
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| Wait, I’ve mastered every element of words
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| I heard yours was elephants, well mine is elephants in herds
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| Word, these birds couldn’t murk me yet
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| They wanna be who I are, but I reverse b s
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| «Get It?»
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| B I R reverse B S, a lowercase b is a d if you reverse it yes
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| It spells birds motherfucker, I got words in check
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| One of you bird motherfuckers say a word, get checked
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| I’m more Pesci than Joe Pesci when it come to my De Niro
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| I can see no nigga fucking with me…
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| Zero! |
| Point 2 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bar Mitzvah, artist - King Los. Album song Zero Gravity 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп