| It’s the end of the beginning
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| So I thought it only right that I bring along the
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| Motherfuckers I started this shit with
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| 2003MG Melancholy Gypsys
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| MURS, Scarub, Eligh
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| To do it right in life is just an angle breakin'
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| Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion
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| With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze
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| Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak
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| Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision
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| But I’ve enlisted my mind for the full mission
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| Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon
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| Talkin' about «What'chu gonna do in the future?»
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| «Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'.»
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| I’m on my last mission in life
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| Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl
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| Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it’s right
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| Until then I’m walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight
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| Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction
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| Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face
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| And I can smell, touch and taste what I’ve been workin' for
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| I’ll be walkin' out the front door
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| It’s a done deal, do it 'til it’s done
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| Cause the movement don’t stop 'til the rising sun
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| It’s a done deal, let’s have a little fun
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| Cause the movement don’t stop 'til the rising sun
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| I’m talking done deal, closed case
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| Ain’t no time for looking back on the road you take
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| You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place
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| Ain’t no time to preach about time you chose to waste
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| You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight
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| All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate
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| Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake
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| How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake?
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| Niggas want all the dough, but never learn to bake
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| So they rise too fast and they burn the plate
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| But I’m concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take
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| Know this world is affected by the moves you make
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| So I ain’t gotta stop moving just to prove you fake
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| Just spit these real raps to get this real estate
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| So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date
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| Won’t have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate
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| It’s like I’m type of walking towards heaven through hell
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| Everyday it’s something new, I’ll make it through; |
| so many fell off
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| Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream
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| In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes
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| The indication for almost
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| Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how
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| Close you came in life to something
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| That you measure up to
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| I know that pain like my enemy
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| Slap my ass when I’m born, and will hold my hand when it’s the end of me
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| The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy
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| I keep it moving with the force of a crane
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| Where the steel ball’s just swinging at the end
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| All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like
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| Morse code over your eardrums
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| To speak to your spirit
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| Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving
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| Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers
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| Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Done Deal , by - Murs. Song from the album The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп