| Rappers came with their styles and I left with their heads
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| Their crews became victim of the body-snatchin dread
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| The world is now mine, the world belongs to me
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| I carefully planned the extinction of all wack MC’s
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| Now innocents must prepare for my slaughter
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| My style will inherit the world, just like water
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| Cover it like sauce, think about who lost
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| Niggas minds was the reason for the MC holocaust
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| I’ll be the first to admit, I’m on some next shit
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| Two rappers stepped up and left bullemic, and anorexic
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| I told humans I’d conquer and bomb shit
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| Now I stand alone and take care of my continents
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| A&R's used to ignore me (yep) realized I was nice
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| Now it’s no one left here to write my life story
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| Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
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| Hit by genocide, I inherited the world
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| Humanity gets crushed, with a style that’s hard
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| «Crews crumble up, under pressure God!»
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| I came alone, draggin bags of bones
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| Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
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| Consider me the MC who lives forever
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| Rainin hemlock on niggas, yes, the God of the weather
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| The end of time as you know it without a shotty
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| In the simple game of freeze tag, I touched EVERYBODY
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| Man’s worst creation like the bomb
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| Just exist in life form, then I’m leavin town tomorrow
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| If I hadn’t done it, the world wouldn’t be clean
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| Now I memorize rhymes, work on my time machine
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| Nothin shall breathe, or be conceived
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| They shoulda known, now it’s on and the world’s on it’s knees
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| I feel relieved, free from their directions
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| Now I battle my reflection, ask rhetorical questions (uh-huh)
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| My actions, they might make mortals earl
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| I won’t have that problem, I inherited the world
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| Now put thought to the word one
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| Cause now I got Mad time to think about what I done
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| It’s too quiet here, I’m losin my mentality
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| I’m actually alone and I’m startin to see reality
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| No more hip-hop -- what was I thinkin of?
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| No more fat tracks and no family to love
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| No incidents makin black people tighter
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| No more real MC’s doin time in the cypher
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| No wreckin shows, no more gettin biz
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| I fantasize and hear voices sayin, «Yo that shit was fat kid»
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| Nothin to look forward to, day after day
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| So why write rhymes — who’s gonna hear what I have to say?
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| And if I do, who’s gonna appreciate it?
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| Humanity terminated, I’m alone and I hate it
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| I lost it all, my crew and my girl
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| All because I had to inherit the world.
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| Chorus (-Mad Skillz) * repeat to end *
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| Uhh. |
| Mad Skillz. |
| keep on
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| Peace out to everybody that’s here
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| All the corpses, all the wack MC’s. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inherit The World, artist - Mad Skillz. Album song From Where???, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп