| Yo, its that time of the night
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| I feel like the veins in my brain are gonna explode like dynamite
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| Every rhyme is a fight, Making good out of evil
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| Holding my self back
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| So fucking hard not to beat the shit out of people
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| There’s so much water a dam can take before it breaks
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| So much pain a man can take before he flips out and pulls out a .38
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| And sprays everything in sight, Fighting with girlfriends
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| I hustle like there’s one year left before the world ends
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| Almost beat down a FedEx guy
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| Next guy that opens his mouth’ll get bludgeoned to death, don’t test I
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| So much responsibility can put you in a hospital physically from stress
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| Spiritually you’ll mess with what doesn’t kill me will make me more brutal
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| I get so much adrenaline pumping through me when people sleep on me
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| I bring it to you, I started off as a dime dealer
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| I come from the same place you do, but I feel I’m realer
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| I see through you like binoculars
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| Before cop killer I was a thug before being a thug was popular
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| Before 2Pac was a star, before Biggie got far
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| I’m talking '90, wasn’t Al Capone but I’ll fuck you up hard
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| You faggots won’t respect me til I spill red
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| I want my respect and I’ll take it in blood, like Bill said
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| From Mom Dukes every day struggling with the rent
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| If I could lace Mom Dukes with a million, I’d be content
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| I’m like Master P coming up, Baby Williams
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| Damon Dash, Rick Ruben, and Russel Simmons
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| Richard Branson, Tony Robbins, Bill Gates
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| And Ray Crock all rolled into one, holding a gun
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| Obsessed with leaving you verbally killed medically
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| My label is successful because it’s built from intergrity
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| Code of the streets, get your wig clapped we jig rats
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| Don’t give a fuck if you let me in I’ll bust the door down with big gats
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| Knock, knock, open up, BLOUW
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| Fuckin' faggots
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| I can teach you about shit you know nothing about
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| Like having your uncle kick heroin on your couch
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| Like having two major deals and shit didn’t work out
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| And starting your own label without really knowing how
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| Like catching a case the day before going to trial
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| The plaintiff was shook, the judge ended up throwing it out
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| To touring the whole world, we be throwing it down
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| You better respect my fam, we holding it down
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| Like Necro said I regulate like a soldier no doubt
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| I’m imfamous for puching you fuckin' hoes in the mouth
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| I’m a loyal dude, true to my word, true to my wealth
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| True to my fam, I handle my biz, true to myself
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| Make moves like Mosad, I’m close to God
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| Close to the jackpot, though the road is hard
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| I’d rather take a bullet to the dome then stop
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| So I’ma keep on going til the world is ours |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reflection of a Man Freestyle , by - Necro. Song from the album Street Villains Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп