| May I kick a little something?
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| To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping
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| May I kick a little something?
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| What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm? |
| A little something
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| Day By Day drama, cats dream about gatting
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| Manhattan Dali Lama, golden light armor
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| Pray rain retreat, become calmer
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| One time too low, Mad Flow Unabomber
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| Almost died having me—thank you to my momma
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| She named me Percy Carey—that's universal
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| Known for showing love and busting pistols
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| Street-affiliated, graduated, play with plastic
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| Explosions exact, in fact, more drastic
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| Impact crack, scrambled eggs made with autos
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| Richter scale 7, Highway Heaven
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| News at 11, film shows you
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| And you crew all dead and hard like pork rinds
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| Remote switches, security mind’s on bitches
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| Wearing your shoes and spending your riches
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| Save my life? |
| Those are dead man wishes
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| Take my life? |
| Sleep with the fishes
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| Luca Brasi, track bassy, cripple devil
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| Verbal level’s Kevin Spacey
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| Retire emulator, flow like water
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| Spit fire, call smoke purple hazing
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| View half-dead, but half-man, half-amazing
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| Um, they hope Perc' disperse
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| Got ‘em rewriting rhymes, ripping up their verse
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| Cursing causes whole crew head-bopping
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| Catching attitudes ‘cause niggas ain’t stopping
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| You shocked? |
| The fuck you expect? |
| Grimm’s rocking
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| Manhattan keep on making it, got bitches shaking it
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| Money in circles, 360 raking it
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| U-N-I verse, in God we trust
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| Drive bys in traffic, high when I bust
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| Suppressor on nozzle, no one hear us
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| I love those who sleep and don’t fear us
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| Left dead at the light, slumped to the right
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| More we go, you checking in tonight
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| Family stressed out, loved ones tight
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| Going back to Cali to take this flight
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| Love the Big Apple, and I’ma take a bite
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| Day By Day, for my life I fight
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| To God I pray that someone might
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| Hear my skills, hit me with mills and
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| Pay my bills so I don’t kill
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| Sitting in prison, I’m facing life
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| Changed the game, snitches live so trife
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| Judge acting like I just fucked his wife
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| In his bed and drank his wine and
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| She gave me head, so he’s giving me time
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| Inside of here, I’m going out my mind
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| Bouncing off brick walls, sun don’t shine
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| Push-ups and chess help me unwind
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| ‘Cause I’m in a bind and I can’t rewind
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| So I hit fast-forward, hope I get signed
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| A friendly game of baseball, home run denied
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| Said my bat had too much tar from pine
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| Tap umpire jaw, gave me a fine
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| Thirty days in the hole, in the dark I dine
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| Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine
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| Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine
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| May I kick a little something?
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| To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping
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| May I kick a little something?
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| What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm? |
| A little something |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Em Off, artist - MF DOOM. Album song Doomsday EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп