| I met this kid he seemed righteous
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| Represented knowledge
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| Yeah, him and his brother they was real smart
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| But then his brother died and he was taken in by a grand master
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| And from what I hear this kid Sambo was a snake
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| A rat, he stole shit and ran away to another state
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| Microchip bitch
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| I don’t deep fry friends
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| Grimm Reaper nuke 'em
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| Hearts don’t mend
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| Brothers turned to enemies
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| Nigga, enemies I eat them raw
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| Nigga, MF GRIMM is god of war
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| Parole done, see you on tour
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| Millions get paid, lets see who make more
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| Master water
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| Cause man is mostly made of it Spit fire consume by friends compete for oxygen
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| Freeze deepness of minds
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| Then skate on it Roast fire proof emcees with bad warranties
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| War is a part of me Prison hardened me Demons tried to murder me Pistols always poppin’me
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| Leadconvicts my flesh
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| But God pardons me Revenge, was turning descendants
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| So God, pardon me Put yourself in danger
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| Running with a mouse
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| Metal turned to braces
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| Punch you in your mouth
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| Zev Luv X, used to be merry
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| The mask took control of you
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| Like Jim Carrey
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| Megalon, tap him in the jaw
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| Knock it off him
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| M.I.C. |
| got to put your mask in a coffin
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| Mos Def, De La soul
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| Roots can’t revive you
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| When the bullets start flying
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| Who’s gonna hide you?
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| Rhymesayers, Stones Throw
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| Nature Sounds sign you
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| Make peace with you?
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| Zev I I tried to You can hide behind the mask
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| But see through like glass
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| Thought you was the truth
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| But your style’s like ass
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| Cut-throat bitch
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| Man you got no class
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| Little black Sambo
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| Shouldn’t talk trash
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| Midgets into crunk
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| Monkeys in a cage
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| Murderers in a cut
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| Fucking you up on stage
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| Tell them about the time
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| That Gunn punched you in the face
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| Basically you was hating
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| And then you ran away
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| You ain’t a man, you a character
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| I bet that mask make you feel a lot scarier
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| Cause man to man is your doom
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| Like we’re parallels
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| M.I.C. |
| will see you soon at your burial
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| Listen Vicky you not goons, you cartoons
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| Your hype man is not Grimm, that’s not him
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| What you speak is not true, that’s not you
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| Your team’s weak, I’ll pop them, then pop you
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| Smog made ya mask
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| Jet Jag made your name
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| M.I.C. |
| gave you life
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| And we can take that shit away
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| I didn’t wanna get at you
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| You know this is true
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| One thing that stopped me Was Lord Dihoo
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| But now you’re being
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| Disrespectful to me and the crew
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| Now I gotta do, what I gotta do
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| M.J. did articles, she got your name hot
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| The mask was made for you by Lord Scotch
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| X-Ray gave you studio time when in town
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| Rodan and Megalon, them brothers held you down
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| Evil jay, had you paranoid like a clown
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| Jumped off stage and ran when Kong came around
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| We looked out for each other when you lived uptown
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| On the cover of the EP, but look at us now
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| Chess is life, we haven’t played off late
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| But even on the cover, I put your ass in mate
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| We been through so much, Zev you was close to me Used to come trough your house, buy your ass groceries
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| I wrote the whole treatment to your MF video
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| With Adam Lounge and Ricky 'Kid'Scotchno
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| Hundred thousand dollar bail caught up and I called you
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| Fired my attorney, you helped me get a lawyer
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| You took me in, let me stay out in Atlanta
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| Facing 15 to life, we bounced out to Cali
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| You made sacrifices, recorded on the run
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| We bust our ass, and got Ibylis done
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| I made a mistake, told the press you hold dough
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| I see now its my fault, they didn’t need to know
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| I apologized to you, I thought we let it go
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| B.B. King’s, New York, together did a show
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| But look at us now, once again, here we go Money wasn’t worth it, it turned us into foes
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| Whenever you had beef, your beef was mine
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| I took a life for you, put mine on the line
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| Doing songs with RZA
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| That’s funny shit
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| I remember you told me That he bit Tick, Tick…
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| You said Ghost was whack
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| You didn’t like his style
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| Two-faced and three-headed
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| Bitch I pull your file
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| New food poisoning
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| You vomit for a while
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| You started some shit
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| Now you sitting on a pile
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| Metal face, tin foil
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| Walk the green mile
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| Yves St. Lerock yes R.I.P.
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| Big Al R.I.P.
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| J. Black R.I.P.
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| Subroc R.I.P.
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| K. Nit R.I.P.
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| How could you ever diss M.I.C.
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| T. Collins R.I.P.
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| What the fuck happened to you man
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| You fell the fuck off man
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| Niggaz used to love you, motherfucker
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| Come home man
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| Come home, Zev (Come on)
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| Don’t let them niggaz brainwash you man
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| I know your fans love you man
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| They love you
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| You getting brainwashed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Book of Daniel, artist - MF MezAlbum song American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп