| Ayo we back from the dungeon for rap rugby, the stats runners
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| Sack them, bring them back to the lab, go ahead and trap something
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| Welcome to the great labyrinth, come inside
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| Find yourself lost in the world tryna survive
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| The trap that we provided, provided you niggas ride, I’m just sayin'
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| Most of you niggas is steady, ready to die and we ridin'
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| Till the wheels break off, think you can fly then fall
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| Into a maze, amazement out of the sky, then collide
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| Into the road, so your vision is that of a kaleidoscope
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| Broke like a fly on the wall you amongst the webs
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| Stuck on the paper, or is it that the paper is stuck on my head
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| I got money on my mind while I’m baking the bread
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| You can smell the aroma, enough to wake ‘em up and put ‘em in a coma
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| Clone their chromosomes, throw ‘em over
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| Use their DNA for dumbin' soldiers, I told ya
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| Don’t rack and jack like Motorolas with a shoulder strap
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| Who want it, what?—serving it raw from off the cul-de-sac
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| Scrape the plate until it’s clean, top to bottom rap the
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| Capture the image, rubberband-wrap the spinach
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| Pull your wig off, push the minivan back to Venice
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| Body snatcher, rest the cardiac the body after
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| Spill liquor on a bitch, Bacardi splasher
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| Indian chief with the head wrap
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| Get blessed and poke your head in my session and get your neck snapped
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| Foreign headed rappers in my class got jetlag
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| Call the track, drag a human-skin jacket across the tarmac
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| You pussy in panties, put on your bra strap
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| like super lovers, sea captain overboard
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| Bathed in mud and spit blood, I’m a dumb fuck
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| Stupid and ratchet up in the junk truck
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| Slippin' the Winston, get pumped up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Brew, artist - Marco Polo. Album song PA2: The Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп