| There’s no other reason to do this man
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| I mean everybody can be the greatest emcee in the world
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| Or the baddest or the toughest
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| But when you’re capable of building and making something
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| And helping the babies, or family
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| That means more than platinum, mean more than Grammys
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| That’s everything
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| Elders knew I was a talented baby
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| Pick 'em some numbers and then they would pay me
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| Sesame Street before photos they say cheese
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| Five years old, my friends all see me
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| How did he do it, cause Percy’s on TV
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| Snuffleupagus, Bert and Ernie
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| Five already I make my own money
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| Theme of show, days are sunny
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| My move to Elm Street was not funny
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| Freddy Kruger place was shady
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| Tragedy changed me
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| No sleep, nightmares go crazy
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| Turn into reaper and nothing can faze me
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Killing emcees and pushing up daisies
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| Life’s a movie and I’m Scorsese
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| My pain is in panels and enemies frame me
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| Family disown me, laugh and shame me
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| People trying to play me
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| Convicted drug dealer is what they named me
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| Out of prison but still they don’t free me
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| Praying to God that someone come save me
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Others caught out there sleeping, but not me
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| Open fire, can’t believe they got me
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| Legs not moving, lead paralyzed me
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| Gotta keep rolling, hope life surprise me
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| Angered with brothers, thinking they homies
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| Finding out later these people are phonies
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| Former disciples, I hear them say bad things
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| They form is of birds who love to sing
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Call me a murderer in paper, oh that stings
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| Police hunt, deep cover, they set stings
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| Angel without wings
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| Wire is worn pretending they mic strings
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| Liars born fronting like they king
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| Scavengers look at them looking around for something
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| Holding a cordless connected to nothing
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| All a facade, they really just bluffing
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| Pushing up hill, I’m huffing and puffing
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| No longer hatred, I’m focused on loving
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Growing up knowing I was a talented baby
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| Arthur Ashe play tennis against me
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| KRS-One passed microphone to me
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| KC Ceja sign me to DC
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| Ron Wimberly grab pen and he drew me
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| Made history with first triple cd
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| Battle Super Nat they said he defeated me
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| Puffy was judge, I knew he would cheat me
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| Learn from loss now no one can beat me
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| Freestyling, freestyling, listen, no that’s not me
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| Battle on wax it’s known no one can see me
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| Life is hard, wouldn’t want you to be me
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| But life is beautiful, it’s great to be me
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| Now I live happy
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| The love of my life, she finally got at me
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| Angel with wings, she came down and saved me
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| Talking of marriage and also having a baby
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| This song is dedicated to all the people who tried to break me
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| Your plan failed
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| And as you sit back and listen to this song
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| Wondering if I’m coming to get you
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| Don’t worry about it, I’m not even going to touch you
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| You’re not even worth it
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| And as far as I’m concerned
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| The best revenge is to become successful
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| So this is where you and I part ways
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| Here’s to success
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| Have a nice life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angel Without Wings , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album You Only Live Twice: The Audio Graphic Novel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп