| Check that soul in Tape is rollin
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| Black dont crack
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| Where the party at?
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| Stax, jumpback
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| Wax them tracks
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| Barkays cut it live
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| Like 45s
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| Strong songs survive
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| On records
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| 95 beats per second
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| Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
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| 20 times better than gold, stax,
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| Keep it here
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| Cuttin them tracks, relax
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| Pop them fingers, play it barkays
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| Jumpback baby
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| Soul gotcha crazy
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| Cold feet thanks
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| For the groove
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| And them bomb beats
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| To make me move
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| Color of dead
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| Looks like the future is history
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| Why you dissin me Aint no mystery
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| On the outside peekin in End of your freeride
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| No way you can win
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| Beginnin of the end
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| Of your liberal friends who pretend
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| Everythings changed
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| While nuthins changed much
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| Uhh this is chuck
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| Stays to the left of this
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| And to the right of that
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| Just black where my mind be at Shit wheres the rest of my cats?
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| High trees catch a lotta wind my friend
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| My shits in a bind
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| Fine line between aware and blind
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| Dont mind
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| Some of them aint got a mind
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| Mind over matter
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| They dont mind
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| And we dont matter
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| I flock to refugees
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| Who flock to me The roots the coup
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| And kick aside the genocide and the juice
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| Comedians actors nuclear reactors
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| Players and ballplayers
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| Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
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| Why do us like you do Ska doo
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| Fuck da residue
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| Frustrated 5 on 2s
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| No breaks for madd crews
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| Nowwho the fuck is you
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| Sick a you
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| Community hoesis
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| Who posin as moses
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| In street clothist
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| Who be the closest who blows it Every ryme be for the future of mankind
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| Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds
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| Ruin health
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| Wit no knowledge of self
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| Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks
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| Who done 400 years in this abyss?
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| And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor
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| So i piss
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| Some things in the air
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| When the smoke clears
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| Will it only be white folks and black jokes
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| How many be gone
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| If they bomb barbershops and hair salons
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| Time to dot com
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| Before they rub out clubs
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| Where you get your drink on Mother father sister bro
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| Love is the message
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| But war be the front page
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| In this mess-age
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| Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
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| Macked by the same tactics
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| Wit us in a tundra
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| Goin under
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| Avoidin cries from sodimized
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| Society
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| Scary getting screwed without a dictionary |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Whirl Odor , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album New Whirl Odor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп