| It’s Del baby back again now
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| Shit gone change and it ain’t gone change
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| Wanna play games that’s out of your range
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| I got mad brains, I interpret things
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| Precisely pick 'em apart, my day start with art
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| Foul remarks are met with the tart
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| Attitude, that is rude boy, buddy embark on a journey
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| Boy, the tumble and dry keep turning
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| I be burning the midnight oils
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| Computer screens glaze while my ideas coil
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| I’m a Leo, I veto my ego
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| When I greet all my peoples I see through the evil
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| Can’t outfox this, I’m cautious with gob stoppers
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| Who pop they choppers, uh, uh
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| No go, I said so
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| You’re flaky like the outside bread on an egg roll
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| Diesel, the measles, you don’t wanna catch those
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| Slap foes, dap bros, welcome to the black hole
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| Let’s all act now unless you cracked out
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| My mouth spit math out, hope you don’t pass out
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| And we can do this with a bit of samba soul
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| I want y’all to really get with it, let it hit your in the soul
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| Can you dig it, can you dig, can you dig it? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Out of sight, I knew you could
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| So let’s roll and get down with this soul
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| Diesel neither come back or flow back, know that
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| Cut off a limb this shit grow back
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| Slip it a kojak, blaze up a drosack
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| Just so I can get in the Bo black
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| Hoes that’s difficult
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| Just cause they weak inside, like speaking lies
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| I’ll ignore them, symptom of boredom
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| Whores come in dozens, plus they a dime a dozen
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| No time for fronting, better find em something
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| My motto is don’t be saying shit
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| You don’t be doing and you won’t be ruined
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| I don’t be fooling, I hope these useless gooses stop the foolishness
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| They’re excuses merely lead to my inclusive
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| Clairvoyance about a fear of enjoyment
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| Of hoes trying to snare 'em a billionaire boyfriend
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| My mind calisthenics is my whole motif, my flow go deep
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| Know those streets from the solo creep
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| Know those beats, so don’t sleep
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| That’s how you get taken unaware
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| Aching for a share, hating on a playa
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| Never wanna look toward, just sit there and look bored
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| And got the nerve to be materialistic
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| When knowledge ain’t nowhere on their wish list
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| And then they blow they whole goal
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| Don’t even recognize inside they own soul
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| And then they blow they whole goal
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| Don’t even recognize inside they own soul
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| D-E-L the man, you know he’ll rock it too
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| Whenever you hand him a microphone to use
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| He is down to business, you know that he don’t play
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| So just bear witness to that samba soul he display |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Samba Soul, artist - N.A.S.A.. Album song The Spirit Of Apollo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп