| Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks
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| A history of martyrs and men
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| Women who fearlessly held fast
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| Professing that hells past won’t mirror me
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| The bell cracks
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| The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases
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| Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin
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| When the year is nearer to Easter
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| I’m there revering the weekend
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| The rising on the east end
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| Nothing clearer then leaping
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| Surprised you on the deep end
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| Altruistic new physics there’s trouble in my reflex
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| Hard to humble double helix
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| Now my stumbling got me vexed
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| Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love
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| The numbing acts that we sense
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| Computers have with every touch
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| I knew the facts were meant for us
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| The truth to back my sentence was
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| Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras
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| Death owns the man who trusts only in material
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| Imperial reign is small change
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| I got a lot to say
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| Either you got the money or you got to pay
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| When the block is sunny you ain’t looking for the killa
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| But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
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| I got a lot to do
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| Either you got the lies or you got the truth
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| When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
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| Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla
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| The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted
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| For government aid you get processed then deleted
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| Competing between right and wrong
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| See I’m going through the same thing
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| When writing a song
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| My main theme remains clean
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| Been fighting so long to change me
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| I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions
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| Cus they saying that these feans is listening
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| They playing these teams
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| Swaying these beams when the wax is burning
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| The track is earning it back
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| When these platinum plaques is cracked
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| Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin
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| Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek
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| As fashion seeks to mask the world
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| Grab the girl now shimmy to the side
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| If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride
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| It’s cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside
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| It’s a simple way to lie not a simple way of life
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| I got a lot to say
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| Either you got the money or you got to pay
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| When the block is sunny you ain’t looking for the killa
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| But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
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| I got a lot to do
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| Either you got the lies or you got the truth
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| When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
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| Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Umpire State , by - Mr. J. Medeiros. Song from the album The Art of Broken Glass, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп