| Life be fooling me, society is screwing me
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| It’s entrapment so I see no future days
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| But the dead is schooling me, my thoughts are jewelry
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| So hopefully longevity my creativity is appraised
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| Everytime I flow, whether fast or slow
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| I illustrate and complicate like paintings from Van Gogh
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| I cock my brain back like a TEC-9
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| I bust rhymes off, I let my mind shine
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| Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes antifinite
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| Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley everytime that I write
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| Your matter I’m space, matter in space is weightless
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| Scatter when chased, duck motherfucker or be faceless
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| Verbal gangbanger, world changer, black Jesus
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| The bacon ripped to pieces with my murder thesis
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| Paralyzed I kick ass, telekinesis
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| That’s physical communication through terror brain sensation
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| Sometime I feel like death is getting closer
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| The streets is so cold but hot like a toaster
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| The electric chair is here, yo Cuomo try to stop it
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| But that punk ass nigga Pataki put the plug back in the socket
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| Push the red button, light the match
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| Blow this motherfucking world up and let’s start from scratch
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| When World War 3 come, it’s time to leave
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| Omega rewind back to Adam and Eve
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| No bygones are bygones, streets turn to Saigon
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| I’m capping 'em before they take me out
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| That shit ain’t happening
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| FCC, break the codes that I’m rapping in
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| Phones tapping in, cameras in the crib are mapping in
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| Fuck the Klan or any man who hide behind politics and bibles
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| To stop me from survival
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| No longer do I contribute to genocide like I did
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| I chop trees; |
| I plant seeds for the kids
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| But when this war come I’m flipping wigs
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| Power to the people, fuck these evil pigs
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| So burn to ashes, in God we trust
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| I turn the wild to a pile of dust
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| And I halt rotation, world stop turning
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| Mind missiles, Earth starts burning
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| Bone gristle, traces behind
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| One more time, erase mankind
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| Create from dust, trust insight
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| Unlock darkness, shed light
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| Beam touch soil, heat magnification
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| Volcanoes boil, next step vegetation
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| Reproduction, subtract clouds of gloom
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| Beauty born through destruction and doom
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| MF Ebola, quarantine the vocal room
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| Locals die soon, once inhale my deadly tomes
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| I’m killing billions to make room for me to get up
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| Then I raise the dead up, I speak for those that’s fed up
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| But won’t let up, crucifix, birds picking at me
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| Tapes seized like I’m Nixon see
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| Rikki Tikki Tavi, snakes hissing at me
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| Life’s a bitch, bitches blowing kisses at me
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| Niggaz get jealous, get the guns spitting at me
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| And to God I pray, but oh the shit he say
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| You wouldn’t believe it in a million years (No)
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| You’ll be horrified, crucified, stoned by peers
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| As the lynch mob cheers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adam & Eve, artist - MF Grimm. Album song American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп