| It’s Battles
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| Ughhhh
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| Fly America
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| Ugh oh, I’m startin' to think that you in trouble pal
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| Believed in the team and it seems we startin' to bubble now
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| Old enemies tryna' come around
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| But I just leave 'em lost and jealous, Southern Cal
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| My fans say my lines the sickest
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| Metaphors, I got metafives and sixes
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| Yeah, I’m on my grind to get it
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| Porn star, going hard is in my job description
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| Uh huh, see after school is when the lesson starts
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| So even punctuation couldn’t question Mark
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| Enjoy the crazy ride, we won’t ever park
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| My pilot is to blame for the flame, I just set the spark
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| Ha, ha! |
| We updated the roster
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| The city of Indianapolis created a monster
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| The first to make it from this place, I’mma take it and conquer
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| And laugh in they face cause they hate when we prosper
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| Shout out to my fans we made it look easy
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| Buzzin' 'round the underground its time to take it to TV
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| Believe me
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| Los
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| Ugh
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| I tried to push the red line to the Bentley and shiver
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| And take the top back like an Indian giver
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| Indians cap with the wide smile
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| Your girl see my style give me the high brow
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| For the cash out, I follow you to Moscow
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| Don’t make me lash out like the follicles under eyebrows
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| My rollies got me sick with ridiculous rage
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| I’m trying to switch the faces like Travolta and Nicolas Cage
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| Rap’s my playground and I’m a dinosaur
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| These was just my monkey bars, bars that I was sliding bored
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| Keep yo asses out the deep end
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| I still advance at a stand still without a knee bend
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| I used to write (write) with my left (left) when my right was sore
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| Now I just left (left) the pen there (there), I don’t write no more
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| It ain’t right no more, whats left to do
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| If you could write what I don’t have to write, what would be left to you
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| Sickest rapper livin', glad to see em learn
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| I couldn’t catch the flu, cause it ain’t want to have me in return
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| Los
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| Los, what up?
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| Shout out to the whole bad boy camp
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| Diddy, what’s good?
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| It’s Fly America
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| Fly high or get flown over
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| They told me not to do it, so I did it
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| Man, they just hatin' on my crew, and now they with it
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| How terrific
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| Simply about business, I’m hot with my words
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| I’m like Sesame Street, you can watch me and learn
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| Got me a turn, now I’m tryin' to profit and earn
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| Consciously firm, so it really got 'em concerned
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| My spot is deserved, yeah man I’m runnin' it right
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| Man the stars will handle bars like the front of a bike
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| Struggle and fight until I’m loving my life
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| Road spells, hotels and, buckets of ice for a couple of nights
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| Stayed and we jumpin' on flights, wonderful heights
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| Lord blessed, we must’ve done something right
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| So I go by my real name for a big reason
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| Give you all of me, I’m never misleadin'
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| Praying that my music get to spread through the regions
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| Could’ve gave up, never begged never pleaded
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| Even through the struggles you will never see no tears either
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| So sing along or bring it on you little cheerleader
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| It’s Battles! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugh Oh , by - Mark BattlesSong from the album Broken Silence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп