| Joell Ortiz
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| Moss, what it do, baby
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| You know what we do
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| Who me?
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| Check
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| I don’t really need no introductions
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| Fuck it though, I’m Ortiz and I’m disgustin'
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| Need to be rushed in your nearest hospital and plugged in
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| Monitors pumped then electrocuted my function
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| And vital signs looks quite aligned when I write a rhyme
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| I define fine art
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| Murder you by design
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| I’m terminal, I recline in my death bed hear the track again
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| Got dragged in and then dig deep for this drift
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| The little plastic pin trickle down my thoughts
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| I pissed down your pores just pore like the nigga that
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| Dribbles down the court I appoint myself
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| In a world that is melting of metal makes the smallest nigga
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| Feels like the hell seen the devil from hell sees
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| Karaoke in my projects hearing high notes and niggers
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| Moms high with them objects
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| Look down to her son and shut down his lungs
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| Gotta watch you walk up to your up towns and guns
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Down down they don’t want to be bad
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| They just want what they don’t have
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Really want to be good
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| Then they would have stayed good
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| But they hood now
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| If you getting ships make sure you hit this
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| Because all you do is get high and talk positive
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| But they hypocrites no that they running a drill
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| They got a little bit so when they
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| So when they always pay to the cause they don’t give a shit
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| I’m a product of that violating and I’ll go back
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| Find me on your block with a chopper
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| Like its your time from match
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| But fuck the cannons my hand are animal laundromats
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| Watch a dag of junk metals anyone want a scrap
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| I don’t think so and it’s as far as this ink go yea
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| I want to see my American power my link goes
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| I control how them ships go no point go
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| I think my number just got called bingo
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| I got my foot in wraps ask where the things grown
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| Told me whatever your else speaks domingo
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| True niggers real spitter in the house
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| But that just when the grass interferes with this cash
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| And I blast
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Down down they don’t want to be bad
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| They just want what they don’t have
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Really want to be good
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| Then they would have stayed good
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| But they hood now
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| I know you hardly ever heard me angry
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| I’m just having a moment can you blame me
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| My memory full of regrets this evening
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| My life’s looking like the next this season
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| Lot of losses I frequent in that cemetery
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| Lost of homies march when It’s in february
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| Lost my granny in october I’m not sober
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| And on that booze bottle I’m knocked over
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| This music keeps my sanity in tact
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| I doubt it I’m depressed and
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| I’m having panicking attacks
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| I’m like a drum and piano when I snap
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| When that hundred cash flow
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| I’m danage on a track
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| Seen a couple greens when I’m standing in the back
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| Did a show in north shore a couple of dominicans in black
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| Fans Screaming my name like I’m the saviour
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| Its coming through if ya’ll don’t get in my way
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| I’m on my best behaviour
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Down down they don’t want to be bad
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| They just want what they don’t have
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| See everything you see where I come from
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| These little kids will lay you down
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| Really want to be good
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| Then they would have stayed good
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| But they hood now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kids, artist - Moss. Album song Marching to the Sound of My Own Drum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп