| Comstock cell block shit, cops are minimal
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| Rock your snot box top notch, watch for sentinels
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| Hide like Sasquatch squat, the revenue drop
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| Pull out Glocks hot spot, pop your genitals — Pharoahe
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| Generally a general for generations of jams generated for criminals
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| Retractable claws cut country club cardigans
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| Both parties party with me, bipartisan
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| Kick start a starter kit, pull out dick on a charlatan
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| In Harlem when you’re romancing these hoes like Harlequin
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| Listen, my cock’ll leave 'em in a coma
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| But the Glock’ll leave you messy like you play for Barcelona
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| You are now working with a renowned
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| Master with mastery over conjugated verbs and nouns
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| Yo, you are now working with a renowned
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| Master with mastery over conjugated verbs and nouns
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| Go!
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| Civilian sings, I drink, I lean
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| I see dead people when I dream
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| This war with self is so extreme
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| Sometimes I think I need to — scream
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| This war with self is so extreme
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| Sometimes I think I need to
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| Scream, scream, scream
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| Press your luck, fuck a press kit, press can’t harm me
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| But chest presses a deadlift, bench press zombies
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| Hysteria rap burn the flag, fuck America
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| Start the revolution, poison the water with malaria
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| Fuck it, I came back from the war of scorn
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| Like Uncle Ruckus throwing bananas on the White House lawn
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| Cryptic anarchists spit that apocalyptic dark shit
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| Communists, radicals, racism, Marxist
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| You couldn’t possibly wanna lock horns
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| Spit holy water on your throne wearing a crown made of thorns
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| (Ouy Kcuf!) — just thought I should say that
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| Every rhyme is like a time bomb strapped beneath your Maybach
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| Cop the range, stop the strange, lock the game, rock the chain
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| Stop the train, smoke a fag, pop your brain
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| Unless you can inject me in your arm like a narcotic and squeeze
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| Please never say my name in vain, let’s go
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| Civilian sings, I drink, I lean
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| I see dead people when I dream
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| This war with self is so extreme
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| Sometimes I think I need to — scream
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| This war with self is so extreme
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| Sometimes I think I need to
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| Scream, scream, scream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scream , by - Pharoahe Monch. Song from the album PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп