| Agony is the key to a happy life
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| You can’t know joy if you don’t know strife
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| There’s no good or bad by itself
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| You can’t have poverty if there is no wealth
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| My dad is an optimistic man
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| My dad is an optimistic man
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| (Everybody's gonna wanna dis you)
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| They’ll build you up and they’ll break you down
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| But you’re stronger for the next time they come around
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| They’ll smile in your face and they’ll give you praise
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| And they try to destroy you in a thousand different ways
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| Cause with every bad there’s a little good
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| And with every good there’s a little bad
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| So you’re gonna get happy and you’re gonna get sad
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| So keep movin on like my good ol' dad
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| Cause agony is the key to a happy life
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| There’s no Tribe Called Quest if there is no Phife
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| Agony is the key to a happy life
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| I like my ice cream straight and I like it fried
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| In actuality, I mean in reality
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| The words that I speak are a mere hypothesis
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| Pure agony might not be what it’s about
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| But comparisons of one state to another, no doubt
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| Agony might be more than I can claim
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| I have known pure joy and I have known pain
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| I know a person we can ask who’s known Agony
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| A grandmaster on the mic, Percy Carey
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| With hardy laughter from my heart and tears pouring from my sockets
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| I pass the mic along, Grimm Reaper rock it
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| Thanks, Nate
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| Hello America
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| Hundreds of years, hell’s been America
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| Auctioned off yes, sold like eBay
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| Told to be a good boy, listen to what they say
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| Don’t get smart boy, life will be easy
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| Try to run boy, the dogs get angry
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| Picked that cotton in the field, be happy
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| What you say to me, you nappy
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| Head little nigga? |
| Talkin' back
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| String him up good, then we whip off the black
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| Speed time up, meanwhile tell some facts
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| Power to the people? |
| Nah, Nixon killed that
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| Nas pimpin' all the women, yeah bitches gettin' smacked
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| Speed up time, whole nation on crack
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| Drug wars and ghetto, dealers kidnapped
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| Ransom not paid, found all hacked
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| Hip hop daisy age, peace knapsacks
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| Now we in the dizzy age, gangster rap
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| Everyone is strapped, in the street bustin' caps
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| Someone come save us, please cause we’re trapped
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| Taste all the agony, put some fear in 'ya
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| Get home safe now, goodbye America |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Agony (No Jugamos) , by - Nate DenverSong from the album American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп