| Yeah
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| Outerspace baby
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| It’s Vinnie Paz
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| Blood and ashes
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| We came a long way, baby
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| Yo Planet
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| Tell these motherfuckers what the deal is cousin
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| Let em know daddy
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| I wouldn’t even know how to live this dream
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| Without my kids, my cream, my wiz, my team
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| Without a means of scheme no underground scene
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| No hustle, no struggle, or the shit in between
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| Without a fan base or stores that scan tapes
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| And it only make me stronger when another man hate
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| You can’t escape, everything I spit 6 feet
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| And I bet you ain’t think that I could get this deep
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| Let me explain: thoughts bringing treacherous pain
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| I’mma get these Bill Gates numbers next to my name
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| Even if it takes leaving niggas wet in the rain
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| I’mma aim at their hearts and souls to get fame
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| I’m an artist, starving it explains my reign
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| But I promise you motherfuckers that shit gon' change
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| We still, traveling through space and time
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| Same clique, same fam, same frame of mind
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| My lines crush, in hopes I’mma leave my mind plush
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| With diamonds plus I do it til my time is up
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| We attacking your region, it’s massacre season
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| Warchild, where you at I’m only half of the reason
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| We came a long way, been to space and back
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| From the hallways and right through the basement cracks
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| We’re here to take over every place on the map
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| We some real rude niggas put your face on the map
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| I wouldn’t even know how to live my life
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| Without my kid, my wiz, my crib, my ice
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| Without my dick, my whip, no clip no knife
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| Without a chance to uplift and spit precise
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| It’s a cold world, rocky road, don’t roll the dice
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| If you can’t lay the change on the table it’s only right
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| I need one mic
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| One chance and one glance
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| One fight
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| One dance to become champ
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| Word to Lyrical
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| Verb vanisher swallow your fronts when I lose patience
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| My people say I need to chill, breathing stop
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| Homie I’d rather cleave your grill til the bleeding stop
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| And I’mma set freeze and chills til my sleeves is rocked
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| And I’mma proceed to build until I reach the top
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| Call it what you want, if you feel the need to plot
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| I got the perimeter locked from block to block
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| I spit sick literature, hot for you to cop
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| Fingertips on hollow cylinders cock to make you drop, bitch
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| I’m toxic, chemical warfare, beware
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| I’m frontline nigga, with one rhyme I’m there
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| We came a long way, been to space and back
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| From the hallways and right through the basement cracks
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| We’re here to take over every place on the map
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| We some real rude niggas put your face on the map
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| Yeah
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| It’s fucking Outerspace
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| Raw shit, hardcore shit
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| What’s the fucking deal
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| It’s fucking Vinnie Paz baby
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| It ain’t a game out here
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| AOTP, punching y’all in the fucking face
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| This shit is hardcore, out of my heart core
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| Na mean?
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| Blood and ashes
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| Crypt the Warchild
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| Planetary
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| AOTP
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| King Syze
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| What’s the fucking deal?
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| Keep it moving baby
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| It’s our motherfucking year
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| Y’all might as well fall the fuck back
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| Or face the fucking repercussions
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| It’s fucking over x4
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| Yeah
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| You fucking crumbs, maggots, fucking worms, fucking noodles
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| Fuck ya’ll |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire and Ice, artist - Outerspace. Album song Top Shelf (feat. Sadat X of Brand Nubian) (12"), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп