| And no I’m not one of these rabid conservationists
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| I guess I’m here just kinda fuckin' up the scene huh?
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| These mother-fuckers think I’m false and don’t look twice at me
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| And yeah I’m pissed
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| I’ll get revenge in a little bit
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| Yeah I do get mean
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| I’m excited to death
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| I’m like earthquakes to SM58s
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| I’m tired to death
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| Them same old breaks
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| From the same old battle breaks
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| I’m promise of stress
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| Perfect the art of mistake
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| I’m the lead
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| Prolly time for y’all to take a little break
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| Huh, there be a lot a (shh)
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| Kids who gotta (shh)
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| Grip on how they feel this shit should be
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| Frankly it makes me sick
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| I’m not a hater
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| Just progress Prada wait a sec
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| One fad to the next
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| Bad fad to the another one
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| It ain’t gonna matter like cumbersome
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| Bundle 'em
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| Get 'em their scarves it about to get cold
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| Bundle 'em fuck that
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| Been a little cold since the first time P.O.S
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| Heard a crowd and said fuck that
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| Grabbed a pen and came right back
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| Took some notes and tried never to come whack
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| Hone the skill ???
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| Some call me piece of shit
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| Cuz I’m bringin' the ragnarok
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| They call 'em purists
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| But I choose to call 'em livestock
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| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up
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| So make that song again
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| And pump it keep workin'
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| On something numbing
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| Kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| I got that hot shit
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| Like Halloween tricks
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| Gobbling sugar coated candy
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| As fuckers who like get sick
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| I’m tossing rappers in the trash
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| And never litter a bit
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| Just drop a little word play
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| On the psyche and id
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| Now tell me: Who rolls the spot round here?
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| Cuz uh, I’d like to meet 'em
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| And instill a little fear, ya know?
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| Sick of this same old same again
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| I’ll knock him off the blocks
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| Like he was fucking my girlfriend
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| I’ll knock him off my block
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| And give a stop to the whirlwind
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| I’ll knock him, simple as that
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| I’ll knock him
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| Okay now check it
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| This shit’s a mockery
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| I’m not trying to save hip-hop
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| I’m trying to save my baby’s cousin
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| From Jermaine Dupri
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| So, so deaf, dumb and blind
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| Black leaders replaced
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| With crack dealers in blind time
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| They set the pace
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| I keep my race in the line
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| Think about it
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| Jesse Jackson rocks Fubu
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| And tries to rhyme
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| Some call me piece of shit
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| Cuz I’m bringin' the ragnarok
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| They call 'em purists
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| But I choose to call 'em livestock
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| The grass is stale but the cattle eat it up
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| So make that song again
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| And pump it keep workin'
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| On something numbing
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| Kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| You’re kicking knowledge in the face
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| And I’m hoping it kicks you back
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| Right in your fat head
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| Go see stars
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| Meanwhile I sicker than SARS
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| Rubbin' the syphilis scars
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| Yo, crossing up ridiculous hard
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| Unlike you mistook the food
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| For having feverish bars
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| We choose carefully
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| Who’s walking with style
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| Who views separately knowledge of self
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| And knowledge of right now
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| We took a dead script
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| Planted a Doomtree
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| Then the bastards can lay it down fantastically
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| The bastards can lay it down fantastically
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| (Shit's true man)
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| And no I’m not one of these rabid conservationists
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| I guess I’m here just kinda fuckin' up your scene huh?
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| These mother-fuckers think I’m false and don’t look twice at me
|
| And yeah I’m pissed
|
| I’ll get revenge in a little bit
|
| Yeah I do get mean
|
| I’m excited to death
|
| I’m like earthquakes to SM58s
|
| I’m tired to death
|
| Them same old breaks
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| From the same old battle breaks
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| I’m promise of stress
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| Perfect the art of mistake
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| I’m the lead
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| Yo P.O.S
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| In a bit in a minute
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| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes
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| Your disguise disgusted
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| As we say fuck all you guys
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| In a bit in a minute
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| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes
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| Don’t disguise disgusted
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| As we say fuck all you guys
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| In a bit in a minute
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| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes
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| Your disguise disgusted
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| As we say fuck all you guys
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| In a bit in a minute
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| Let me get the so tired look in your eyes
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| Your disguise disgusted
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| As we say fuck all you guys
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| (That's fucking ridiculous right? Right?)
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| Fuck
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| I’m not some killer making this shit
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| I’m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold
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| I got soul to send it
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| But I was told by this (ah)
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| To fold the norm
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| I’m not killin' the innocent
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| Breakin' the mold
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| Breakin' the mold
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| I’m just breakin' the mold
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| I’m not killin' this
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| I’m just breakin' the mold
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| I’m not some killer making this shit
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| I’m a killer breaking feeling the winter is cold
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| I got soul to send it
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| But I was told by this (ah)
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| To fold the norm
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| I’m not killin' the innocent
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| Breakin' the mold
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| Breakin' the mold
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| I’m just breakin' the mold
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| I’m just breakin' the mold |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kicking Knowledge In The Face , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок