| Levantore!
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| Yeah, it’s just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level
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| Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal
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| Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal
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| In a thug’s paradise where love have a price
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| So we love for life like thugs love the night
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| They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights
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| Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites
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| The likes lethal, the mics lead you
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| A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you
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| I still see through the eye of a needle
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| So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil
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| (2nd verse)
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| Levantore!
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| Yo, what’s this? |
| Yo bust this. |
| Yo it’s time to up lift
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| They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs
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| And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks
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| Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks
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| Taunt cops with more props and we want not
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| Panhandling with your mans and them
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| Scrambling, gambling, plans to win
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| While the cops clock em, thieves flock em Women watch em, traders wanna top em Ay yo what’s the problem
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| Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em The ghetto got em, my man said it’s rough at the bottom
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| (3rd verse)
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| Levantore!
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| Ghetto alert, let’s do whatever work to get rid of the curse
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| We went from 1st to America’s worst
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| On this competitive turf, now let’s inherit the earth
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| There’s more prize for one another, and call shots
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| 12:00 til the next ball drop
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| All year around plus they shuffle non stop
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| You think it’s rough at the bottom, it’s even rougher on top
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| My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody’s side of the street’ll be celly
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| Ain’t nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
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| And earn money and watch the century turn 20
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| (4th verse)
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| Levantore!
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| We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood
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| Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could,
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| But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain’t all good
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| We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight
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| Keep your game tight, no need to play trife
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| Get cheese from the daylight to the late night
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| And it’s shouldn’t take death to appreciate life
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| Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us Let’s give prop and merits till the block flourish
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| In this metropolis, stay on top of this
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| You know what the prophet is, be prosperous
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| (5th verse)
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| Levantore!
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| Now we networking
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| Respect the next person, it’ll be less hurting
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| Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working
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| Connect set for certain, total networking
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| Last chance to advance and stash grands
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| If you have plans to have fam and mad land
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| Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s
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| I know what the problem is, killing our own kind
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| To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers
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| Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers
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| Claim your fame, maintain, till your game’s over
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| (6th verse)
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| Levantore!
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| Ghetto alert, let’s do whatever work to get rid of the curse
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| We went from 1st to America’s worst
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| On this competitive turf, now let’s inherit the earth
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| There’s more prize for one another, and call shots
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| 12:00 til the next ball drop
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| All year around plus they shuffle non stop
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| You think it’s rough at the bottom, it’s even rougher on top
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| My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody’s side of the street’ll be celly
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| Ain’t nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
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| And earn money and watch the century turn 20
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| Levantore! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uplift, artist - Rakim. Album song The Master, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп