| Rappers try to tell me their god or sell me their god
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| Well the bellies full of air don’t care dear God
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| Machiavelli on the air with a heli doing circles
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| Cuz they’ll murk you for a glare down here dear God
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| Got a hostile rapper selling me coke
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| Out of reach from the truth in their recordings
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| Got a Gospel rapper selling me hope
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| Out to preach to the youth in a pair of Jordan’s
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| Knowing damn well that they can’t afford ‘em
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| Guess the poor can’t tell what they’re supporting
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| Say, know your master ain’t no matter
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| Little meth little sex a little known fact
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| For the middle of the U.S. goes mad
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| For a symbol when it’s dressed in gold
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| Ask, who can do all that and fill a dome after
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| And I ain’t talking bout these known rappers
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| Wanna talk about caine or talk about Cain
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| All the same when your cane is a crutch
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| They came for the hunt of the game the ones who are lamed
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| No shame when they aiming for lunch
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| They came for the bucks tryna get their fill robbing sons
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| Maybe they came for the ducks Phil Robertson eh
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| Maybe I’m explaining too much
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| Entertaining is such a thin line
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| You will find I’m on both sides of the sand
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| Try to throw a stone my man
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| Now try again with a hole inside both hands
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| Said a mind and soul is two fold
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| Like the hands I hold I do fold
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| I could fan the flames or be that flame to a fan
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| In a world that’s too cold
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| And I’m lost in it
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| And I still feel the same for the power that built me
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| Even when His followers guilt me
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| Found spring in a flower so filthy
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| Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me
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| Still feel the same for the power that built me
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| Even when His followers guilt me
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| Found spring in a flower so filthy
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| Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me
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| Call ‘em all leaders call ‘em all leaders
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| Cus they got the followers and they got the speakers
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| And play to the bottom yeah we are bottom feeders
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| In the garden of Eden where they draw on our weakness
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| In the dark of the evening where they draw out a heater
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| Say give me your wallet say give me your secrets
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| Gotta give’em your all when they know you’re a believer
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| It’s a call and response thing and you’re a repeater
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| Saying I got the t-shirt and I got to meet’em
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| But their not in the meetings where they plot how to seed them
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| Thoughts that’ll herd them, thoughts that’ll bread them
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| Got you caught in their words with the thought that I need’em
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| But I can’t talk not yet cus I’m teething
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| And I can’t walk not yet cus I’m leaning
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| And I can’t hear not yet cus I’m screaming
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| And I can’t feed not yet cus I’m weaning
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| And I can’t see not yet cus I’m needing
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| Time to adjust these lenses to see them
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| The loss of friends may be the cost of my freedom
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| The loss of ends may be the cost of my meaning
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| And I’m lost in it
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| And I still feel the same for the power that built me
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| Even when His followers guilt me
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| Found spring in a flower so filthy
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| Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me
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| Still feel the same for the power that built me
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| Even when His followers guilt me
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| Found spring in a flower so filthy
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| Heard it sing all they wanna do is wilt me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost in It , by - Mr. J. Medeiros. Song from the album Milk and Eggs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп