| Word
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| What up
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| What up
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| Word
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| Word
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| What up
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| I stay in front of the system like LCD
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| We got connections through waves like LTE
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| Like LB’s brah, like Ice Cube, MAC 10 NWC
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| These Michigan J’s been jumpin' since legalize weed, no WB
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| Hamburglar steez might gobble your trees
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| Can’t be seated with rejects please toggle decease
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| diagonally
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| Pissed off like hitting the seat
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| I’ve been waiting for a minute like missing a G
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| Why you listen to them all them niggas listen to me
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| We got muscle in every hustle Coco and Ice T
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| When I’m busting my strut don’t rush it Jojo and KC
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| Ain’t no killing my high, ain’t no flow in the feet, I’m fly
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| Take 5 come home with some heat
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| They looking like rappers to you they like clones to me, asleep
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| This party is bullshit
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| This money is bullshit
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| These labels is bullshit
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| These songs is all bullshit
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| I got a couple- and a couple and a
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| And I’m about to get lit, fuck you bitch
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| I got a couple- and a couple and a
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| And I’m about to get rich, fuck you bitch
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| Range 8 octaves, pterodact' wingspan
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| Beauty that’s buried a berry a very the inn man
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| A tin can opener with my incisors
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| I’m sharper than diamonds
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| With you conjuror, ultra-violent, so confident
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| Ultraviolet lens and doing cross fit in a Gowanus warehouse
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| Trainin' for the apocalypse
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| Man, I’m not to be played with at all
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| Even on Adderall y’all still so slow
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| Come at me bro
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| But now with your keyboard, in person
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| Can’t afford to nurse, you’re social awkward, this a nurser
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| So shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
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| And when you’re done
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| Shut the fuck up, and shut the fuck up
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| In cursive
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| Merciless, simultaneous humanitarian
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| Syllables, syllables, 90's rap actual act
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| I’m Perseus, I’m fighting Calibos up in a stadium
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| Til there’s just one of us, see what I lift
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| Those are hunt and attack
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| Bitch I’m
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| Model, 3 bottles I’ve got o negro
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| One I don’t gotta live
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| I’m from the New York days monolith
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| Pop in trains, gold chains, and a brass grip
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| Got cocktails,, a dollar slice
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| God damn, the 2 sky lines, I’m from Priceless
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| You’re a one slice toaster, useless
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| You’re a one night coaster, a lost loose clip
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| Jean’s Bob Ross spruce trees, pond trees, vermillion
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| Cerulean, bajillion, the power ball jackpot
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| I’m prisms of colors, how y’all that not narrow
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| Minded, blinded, less a team member, arrow
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| I avenge nothing, kill on sight
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| Hold it down in place with blades at a pillow fight
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| With my zillow lawn and Uber into your hood
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| Exuberant as fuck, livin' my life as I should
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| You dunce, you want this
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| But he flick with Grae dialogue
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| This really well paced and I don’t mean the damn ride along
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| Viacom, walkin' through a firearms
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| No actual firearms
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| Just my fuckin' mind is on
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| Pop up ads for revolution sites you on
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| And when you click 'em every X sets off a different fire alarm
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| Air raid sirens, your time is gone
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| Me and mine about to climb
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| Why you cryin', whats wrong?
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| This party is bullshit
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| This money is bullshit
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| These labels is bullshit
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| These songs is all bullshit
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| I got a couple- and a couple and a
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| And I’m about to get lit, fuck you bitch
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| I got a couple- and a couple and a
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| And I’m about to get rich, fuck you bitch
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| Fuck you bitch
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| Fuck, you fucking killing me
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| Quelle, come on man
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| You fucking bullshit
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| So, what it was, was like
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| We literally, you know
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| We had to like
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| Eat fucking garbage basically
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| The whole time, the whole fucking time Q
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| Okay, so and then
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| My mom walks in, moms is always
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| You remember
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| She was in there, you know, the one spot with the
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| The blue- they had the uniforms, you know?
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| The stupid fucking uniforms, i don’t know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Prestige , by - Jean Grae. Song from the album Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп