| Yeah
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| (Skeptik, you filthy bastard)
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| Yeah, them man are all…
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| Them man are all…
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| Yeah, them man are all creeps, stalkers
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| Man be taking out talkers
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| Man be making shit awkward
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| Man be taking out authors
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| Man be taking out culprits
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| Man be walking all corporate
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| Man can’t offer man no pills
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| Man be taking out Morpheus
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| Man be taking shit cautious
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| Man just break in whips, Porches
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| Men tell lies on them mandem
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| Man’s just making up porkies (fake)
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| Man’s just making up bullshit
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| Grab the strap and go walkies (bap)
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| Man be moving all porkish
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| Then a man get poked up and porkied (yes)
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| Man’s drowning
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| Man was grabbing that snorkel
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| Man be moving all awful
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| General soldier, that’s corporal
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| Man’s got everyone thinking
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| Man just made this shit thoughtful
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| Man just changed up this whole shit
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| And that just made man immortal
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| Yes, normal
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| Thanks for making shit formal
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| Man’s got fans up in Scotland
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| Man’s got fans up in Cornwall (cleanup)
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| And just made this shit floral
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| I’ve got fans that take this shit oral
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| I said «babe, come jump in this portal»
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| I’ve got whores just acting all whoreful
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| This is way too hard for them
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| We make it hard for them
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| They build it up, we shut it down
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| We’re making niggas start again
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| This is way too hard for them
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| We make it hard for them
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| They build it up, we shut shit down
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| We’re making niggas start again
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| Not «Talking Da Hardest»
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| When I talk about the unfortunate artists
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| That ask to record with the sharpest
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| I reply no, real flatly, Lord of the Dance shit
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| Tell me I’m heartless, call me a bastard
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| When I refuse what they send to me
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| But too many niggas arse kiss, crawl up arses
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| All I see is human-centipedes
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| But man ain’t down with no brown nose
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| My Mac ain’t down with those downloads
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| These niggas don’t stand up next to me
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| Its like man are just out here without toes
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| Got a beanie in my home, without clothes
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| Go deep in her throat like Altose
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| She doesn’t speak but she’s never got her mouth closed
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| And she rides me so well, I’ve got her Ralph clothes
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| No need for jokes, there’s no banter
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| I don’t speak with hoes, I’m no Santa
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| I get chicks that don’t talk after dinner
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| They know I ain’t leaving home for no catch-up
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| Couldn’t get one, then I’m a trend setter
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| And all of a sudden, my life just gets better
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| And all at once, vaginas get wetter
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| So it’s all for the bangs, I’m like your hairdresser
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| All I do is give them what they’re wanting
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| So its fair hair/here even if she’s not a blonde ting
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| But a chick wasn’t on tings
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| I was her last resort, she used to see me as Pontins
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| Its hard to believe that buff girls like me
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| But its a cold/coal world and girls like heat
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| And the reason I don’t get gassed?
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| Petrol companies can’t shell like me
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| This is way too hard for them
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| We make it hard for them
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| They build it up, we shut it down
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| We’re making niggas start again
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| This is way too hard for them
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| We make it hard for them
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| They build it up, we shut shit down
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| We’re making niggas start again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Start Again , by - Mikill Pane. Song from the album Let MC It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп