| Metal Face, Pazienza
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| Look:
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| The one thing I learned from Eazy is be ruthless
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| The bullets balls of fire like Jerry Lee Lewis
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| The waist-line and shoulder strap is three Rugers
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| Them jump-out boys’d vic you, you’d be shoeless
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| Listen, you’d better listen to rules
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| Or this british bulldog gon' rip through your jewels
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| Now his tail between his leg and he lickin' his wounds
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| I’m a Cus D’Amato acolyte, I stick 'em then move
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| I rip 'em in two, I show 'em what the biscuit’ll do
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| Money shoulda done the opposite and listened to you
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| I’m dissin' you too, you do the shit a pigeon would do
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| Because bein' a rapper ain’t something you fit to pursue
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| He Mister Magoo, this blind dummy couldn’t see the sentinel
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| My dick go in and out of holes like it’s an exit wound
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| The left strong like the bolsheviks and socialists
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| My goons bloodthirsty, they will rush ya like the Soviets
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| Yo, astral traveling
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| «Wow—»
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| Raw, boy
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| «The tracks go off in this direction»
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| «It's the metal!»
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| Without a doubt
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| Yo, FACECZAR
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| Yo, I’m a modern day Gil Scott-Heron
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| Headin' down Fury Road with Charlize Theron
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| No question, OJ and lemon into Effen
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| Partially wrecked, I’m on the set, see me one-two steppin'
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| Punks jump up to get beat down
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| And they ain’t turn on the light so turn the beat down
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| Have a seat clown, you ain’t even in my echelon
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| Every hero’s in peril, the first weapon’s drawn
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| I hear the plague was money, sex and violence
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| Ya’ll doomed, I’m immune to the virus
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| MF Czar—we the antidote
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| I’ll probably die before they realize that I am the GOAT
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| Deck’s impeccable, World Class Wreckin' Cru
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| We ain’t do no dirt together, so I don’t mess with you
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| I draft IPAs, that’s special brew
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| This rap’s the victory lap, I’m so ahead of you
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| «And we don’t like I-N-S, he’s too lyrical»
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| Yeah I’m deep blue sea, stay in your kiddie pool
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| Wonder how I don’t dumb it down
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| But still get checks, checkin' in another town, yeah
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| I blacks out like Donald Sterling
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| Known to make great magic like the wand of Merlin
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| Yo, I don’t Snapchat, that’s what fans do
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| I been ill since kangaroos and Ked shoes
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| Rebel 24−7, I rep Wu
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| High on a Friday with Smokey and Craig, fool
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| My powers are incredible and astonishing
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| Yours are—uh—
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| —mental
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| «We aways—» keeps the raw
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| Mental
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| Keeps the raw
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| Mad Max make your own apocalypse
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| Poppin' shit with the politics of Gregg Popovich
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| Lock your lips queer, yeah I thought I told 'em
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| They try to get to the bag, I think that mean the scrotum
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| Let me decode 'em, unload 'em and show them the true power
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| They talk about the lyrics, them raps, they ain’t wrote 'em
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| To dead a hater is second nature like steppin' off an escalator
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| Plus I’m holdin' a thermal detonator
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| Fly flow, Disaster like Tommy Wiseau
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| But still got fans leapin' out their Nissan
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| Like «Eso, you a beast, mon!» |
| Tell me shit I don’t know
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| It’s like going toe-to-toe with Finn Bálor and Samoa Joe
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| You mad shook, fuckin' with you, now that’s a bad look
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| Cut a rapper up like a scratch hook
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| Sorry, let out an epic laugh
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| As I’m etchin' graph on your epitaph, deadly clash
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| Weapons flash, I’m forever first, you’re forever last
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| You playin' chess with somebody with a checkered past
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| You’ll never pass my flow
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| You hangin' on to old beefs but I’m past it though
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| These gorgeous ladies wanna wrestle like the cast of GLOW
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| So I cop a feel kinda like a magic show
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| No no, I can’t say that
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| G-O-D ridin' out with the CZARFACE, sayin', «Man, play that»
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| «Astral travelin'»
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| Astral-what? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Astral Traveling , by - CZARFACE. Song from the album Czarface Meets Metal Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп