| Blow up, change world we’re living in
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| Tears drop from eyes like nitroglycerin
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| Time love no man, we’re all dated
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| Strive to be a success like those who did it
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| Brother passed away in my arms, I was
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| Shot up. |
| Still, I remain calm
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| But died, came back to life, grabbed a pen
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| «I understand» precious as oxygen
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| Soldiers put in the work, must be Sabbath
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| Afraid to say my name like Dead Rabbits
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| Outcasted, bastards turned me savage
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| Revenge across my heart, I gotta have it
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| The spirit is in the room—that's a sign
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| While others in the room are not kind
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| Save them if only I could rewind
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| Closure I can’t find, try to black it out my mind
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| The Creator, I ask Him, «Why do you love me?»
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| Enter Heaven, why did You pick me?
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| Right back on Earth, why did you stick me?
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| You took my brother—why did you trick me?
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| You knew I loved him—now I’m without him
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| It felt like he turned his back. |
| I said, «Fuck him»
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| Word up, get this dough, plot some murders
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| Enemies killed, but I don’t feel no better
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| Wasn’t raised to be this—why am I bitter?
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| Succumb to American Hunger like a quitter
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| Haunt them, leap forward, master quantum
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| The man my mother gave birth to, become him
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| The plan: make them all proud of me
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| ‘Cause it’s not too late. |
| Percy will be great
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| I respect The Architech, thankful for blessings
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| Hip hop is global, we leave impressions
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| People around the world ask me questions
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| In America, being black, are you tested?
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| Loved ones struggle, every day’s a fight
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| I’ll gladly trade my life to make it right
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| Death the ultimate sacrifice
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| My energy become beacon of light
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| Teach all the babies, grave sight, yes, I promise
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| Emotional, can’t stop crying like Carl Thomas
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| The rain bring me pain every time
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| A bullet entered in my spine, I try to black it out my mind
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| It’s wrong, tortured on planet for so long
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| Different man, still the same song
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| Huxtables off the air, blacks are tripping
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| Ashamed of the way we act, Cosby’s flipping
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| I can’t say he has no facts. |
| How we living?
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| Guilty. |
| Instead of building, we destroying
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| Going for self, we’re not even employing
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| Annoying nothing’s left for girls and boys, and
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| Not a lot of reason for them jump for joy, and
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| I’d rather heal than to sit and spit poison
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| We have enough brothers and sisters in prison
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| Sitting in the box and they’re hot but frozen
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| Nailed to the cross, MF was chosen
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| Forsaken, God sent me no signs
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| I try to black it out my mind
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| Still turning tap water to wine
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| Beyond your dimension, I walk on ether. |
| I don’t even have a chorus, money |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Builders, artist - MF Grimm. Album song American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп