| Contain rage on page engage in acts of lust
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| With the track in thrust back
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| The wack I crush and bust off a shot
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| Too intense to brush off
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| Continue to feel my presence as this track cuts off
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| An ongoin' scrimmage
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| With anger’s mirror image
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| Much too graphic for the timid
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| Vivid depictions of me rippin' myself in half
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| Even I have felt the wrath
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| Of genius gone mad
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| On bad terms with my inner being
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| Seeing
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| I could be a little fresher
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| Force myself to study
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| Snatch the element of surprise from the dresser
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| Movin' on your fears, the aggressor
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| Can always stand to learn somethin'
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| Why sit around ignorant?
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| Mind state militant
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| Can quickly slip into belligerent acts of violent chats
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| Sittin' across the room mad doggin'
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| Simultaneously servin' you with silent raps
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| Time elapse
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| See the collapse of commerial rap songs
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| Perhaps I’m bein' too optimistic
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| But watch 'em make status quo
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| The well known misfit
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| Tremendous efforts
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| In attempts to heal the leper that we call society
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| Apply to me
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| Doesn’t the phrase, «Everything is gonna be alright»
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| Don’t lie to me
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| I try to be righteous in the hopes that there just might be a heaven
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| But I felt like Kurt
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| Create your own Nirvana and become a Living Legend, givin' seconds to work
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| And an eternity to enjoy the perks
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| A work off dirt
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| These nuts so there’s more obligation, proceed fun
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| Pass that pink pack
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| I need one badly
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| Had me
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| Combat this track
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| No rhythm to be found so adapt
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| Like reel to reel and ADAT
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| Kill the feel to lay back
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| Why sit around idle?
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| While niggas is fightin' in the middle of the street
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| While Roy Jones defends his title
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| Suicidal tendencies
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| So be sendin' me your money
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| Only fuck with the pink pack, the strawberries taste funny
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| Use to hate crummy MC’s, but now I see
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| Who am I to judge the next man’s rappin' ability
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| Long as he has some friends to buy his shit willingly
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| Aww, his shit is wack, it ain’t appealing to me
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| Hell naw, I’m tryin' to tell y’all
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| Keep your opinions to yourself
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| You don’t like the shit
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| Don’t pick it up off the shelf
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| It’s just that simple (It's just that simple)
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| Punk ass hip hop motherfuckers. |
| Always talkin' shit
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| Down to criticize and crita-analyze and…
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| Man fuck all that shit you can suck my dick. |
| All you wack ass niggas
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| When we see you in the club, what’s up… Fuck y’all, suck my dick
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| Where the b-boys?
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| Said the b-boy, Talkin shit behind everybodies back…
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| Windmills and 1990's, flares, flipping on your head to suicides
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| Motherfuckers need to make good music and shut the fuck up
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| Uh-huh, Bitch. |
| Elusive producin'. |
| Elusive producin'. |
| Elusive producin'
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| It’s like that, do a freestyle, I wanna do a freestyle man, put me on…
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| In the house… Ahhhahahaha… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Simple , by - Murs. Song from the album Good Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп