| I’mma beat your asses
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| Warchild, Planetary
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| I came, to take the world by storm
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| Transform every word, put my life in the song
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| It don’t really matter if it’s right or it’s wrong
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| You gon' feel what we do when the mic’s turned on
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| Gonna, surrender your life, we ready to fight
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| Like King Syze spit heavy on mics, any of hype is over
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| Street’s cobra, free souljah, in to take the streets over
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| We told you, nigga, don’t ever disrespect our click
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| Get found in the ditch, with your son and ya bitch
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| Cause I’m expected by fame, we proven murderers
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| Top shelf verbalists with words I spit
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| It’s simple, instrumentals get scared to hear me
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| I can nose write though, I got potential clearly
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| I’m from Philladel, the place where the streets is watching
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| And getting your ass whooped is the only option
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| Get up! |
| Throw your hands in the air or shut up
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| Me and your atmosphere, yo what up?
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| Something for the DJ to scratch, you’re caught up
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| Babygrande is the label that pays me
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| Just any beat ain’t gonna amaze me
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| All to my days be, you grind up
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| Let me find out yo that we’re twins
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| Maybe there’s a equal of space
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| 90 miles seperate Philly from the atmo
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| Who clam they came, it must be how they Snapple
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| Or work whole day, make the X go
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| Everytime I’mma hit you, I just go
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| I’m a radical, just medical, I’m a terror
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| Flat bring hot weather, ya get to that?
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| Anyone deal with that, gon' bust
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| Three balls in my area, I’m gon' pop
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| When this world gonna find my whole proton ???
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| Barried under ??? |
| but it still the kill
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| Fronting any other ??? |
| was a threat, better yet
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| They raised up my statue, at least once I’mma catch you
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| Other times it might be another by the rhyme
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| If that’s the case, man it’s going outerspace
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| I came, to take the world away
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| Long time anticipated so the world awakes
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| Strong arm affiliated, watch what you say
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| To a fifth executioners, East PA
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| Play game off the chain, that’s the least to say
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| Spit flames off the brain, cause we don’t play
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| Keep my dawgs 'profaso', we don’t stray
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| If the cooking to ya numb heads, we don’t lay
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| Put rocks in this bitch, from NY to Philly
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| Told the block when it rained, I’d like to keep it filthiest
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| War, hell is out not even the beast can kill me
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| Starving artist on the mic, only a feast can fill me
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| OS reigns supreme, and y’all can hate on it
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| Your dudes ain’t crunk, if you can’t stay on it
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| Your beats still not, if you can’t break on it
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| And the track ain’t played unless you put Space on it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Shelf (Clean), artist - Outerspace. Album song Top Shelf (feat. Sadat X of Brand Nubian) (12"), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп