| Who can match the matches on your team
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| Stook down and catch the ball like the rap catches the MP download
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| And coming for their masters
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| Tell more metaphors that’s better than yours
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| The porch monkey who’s originally corporate flunkies
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| Work in the modern field for Hebrew money
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| That content pickers balance content on their heads
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| And get bigger
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| Pull up on a white horse street team
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| Every house got a house wigga
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| Make him wash the donkeys
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| And wipe em down with water
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| Increase the apathetically forward
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| Society import gorillas through the evolution
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| Who walk awkward
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| Bring back the wrong orders
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| Straw hat tobacco pullers who moves like caterpillars
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| Marcus Garvey Jr. add they two cents in right album pillars
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| Full of community selfish impurities
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| But now they too much gingerbread man
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| Please consult to me
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| Compel against negatives speeches
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| With no velocity
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| It’s like a gypsy Terry Car beater
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| Getting off telling false prophecies
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| Satan put em more spark ya plugs
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| To deceive you let em increase the speed
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| Sprinkle salty ones like holy water
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| Some sound like mourners
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| Blast!
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| So I blast and I blast
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| So I blast no mo!
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| Observe you watching TV on a lazy boy
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| Fools texting back and forth cause that’s that what they do seven days a week
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| Without a place to lay down and a vocals to speak
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| A lot of people lolligaging at home looking pig feet
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| I’m a artist that write soldiers stink
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| Many wanna mingle be pop like pink take rappers and feed em to flies
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| The hungry with hot licks
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| Ya’ll gon' mess around once I go come around and spot me in the mix
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| With a bad brothers in the NBA see pay your bills for grill cheese
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| Why would you thong tease
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| I can see your baby girl flossing with fake titties
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| Home quarter advantage I keep a basket ball in every city
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| The hair around my pride trip pretty
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| Sean Elliot sipping Don P with Missy
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| A lot of people not doing business don’t miss me
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| They chasing the star that don’t care about them
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| Tinted with dark windows rolled up in the Bently
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| They treat him like a dog Spot McKenzie
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| I been looking down from high places
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| Don’t be Bougie with the face lift
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| Do not be Bougie with the face lift
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| So I…
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| Blast!
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| So I blast and I blast
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| So I blast no mo'
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| Blast
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| Blast in your fingertip |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blast , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Blast B/W Uncrushable, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп