| Yo, 9th Wonder, we got one
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| Never, never done (Rapsody)
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| And Radio Raheem DeVaughn
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| Church on the moon
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| My birthplace was the Bronx
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| Adidas with the fat shoelaces
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| Gazelles are the frames on our faces
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| Goin' back, I was on?
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| We been buildin' this forty years strong
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| The game is for the takin' this is history in the makin'
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| Let me make it clear (La la la la)
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| This ain’t no bubble gum rap with 9th on the track
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| With Rapsody? |
| (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (The real)
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| I stay on my P’s and my Q’s
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| S’s TU’s I’m always workin'
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| How you spell success in the STU
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| Some get they money, like to blaze in the Coupe
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| The greats spend days practicin' like the hoops
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| We the truth, none realer
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| Too uncommon like Dilla to light
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| I shine, my rhymes come paired like the Williams
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| Two twenty-twos I’m a sister worth millions
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| Lyrically they all fear the flow like Big Williams
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| Polo dipped, loco whips
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| Won’t impress if the globe want potato crisps
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| Rap back like the NATO, connect with gods
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| Cause my eyes’ll be enlarged, weighed out like Chris
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| Yo, the bigger the gold, I’m really the mold
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| Which you’d really wanna be if you had any soul
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| You’re soul, I burn slow like four fours hittin'
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| '95 spirit in the days it was written
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| Cats stay trippin', but rip and I’ll never stop
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| Got a little buzz, now I bubble like a kettle pop
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| I know the devil watch and wanna touch me, but like metal box
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| I stay locked under this hip-hop, forever God
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| Reckless necklace flows, I’ll hang 'em
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| Real comin' back, now these rappers all changin'
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| Fear for careers, I don’t cower to new power
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| Duracell, it never runs out for an hour
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| Keep destroyin', smoke 'em like sour
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| Break 'em all down to rebuild 'em like towers
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| That’s the real
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| This is (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (La la la la)
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| This is this is
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| This is (La la la la)
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| The modern day saints of our stories
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| New torch bearer, we the children like Corey
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| Guns are the ones that ran? |
| to the millions
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| And watched Mike and Deloris
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| Used to ride a Nori, now the people in quarry
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| About the five-three MC with old?
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| Got a bite on the mic like the likes of Lauryn
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| Hip-hop, score got to settle this to flip flop
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| Back to when cats would roll Lexs like wrist watch
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| Elbow out the door bumpin' Nas 'til the speaks pop
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| Couldn’t see me eye to eye, keep pumpin' your Reboks
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| Radder rearviews, clear view I don’t fear you
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| Or you, you should keep a ear to the streets too to hear true
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| I been in the booth, yeah killin' on the daily
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| Jam to represent another baby of the '80s
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| Katy Perry I grew up on Mary
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| The flow vary cause I studied those old from the aries
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| Pot of gold, why I shine like that fine, it’s scary
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| The game over, I killed whack MCs, all buried
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| It’s the real
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| The game is for the takin' this is history in the makin'
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| Let me make it clear (La la la la)
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| This ain’t no bubble gum rap with 9th on the t-
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| TDE, ladies and gentlemen, Ab-Soul!
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| So while you niggas keep bangin' the same drum
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| I’m smokin' like I ain’t got the same lungs
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| I had when I started, pardon my ignorant rants
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| I rap like I move keys but Apple S can’t save 'em
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| There’s only so much you can show 'em
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| They been reading his story so long, think they know him
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| I’m sewing up the game, I need needle and thread
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| Some people lead sheep, some people just need wool
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| The shit cuts deep
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| Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be
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| In the house nigga, with the rest of the house niggas
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| Thug life, rolling, my homies are screaming «fuck life»
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| Showin' love at the same damn time
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| I’d say the future is looking bright contrary to CNN
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| Give me a mic and about three nights
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| I turn straw into gold like Rumpelstiltskin
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| Man I made a man cry vibing to Be A Man
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| Walking like an Egyptian, life ain’t pharaoh
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| Boy just got shipped and the judge don’t care
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| I’ll take my steak where, maybe it will help me bare
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| With all the bloody consequences obvious in this here
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| So I guess I got the game figured out all wrong
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| I guess you never know what you got til it’s gone
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| Til' every terrain on this plane experience sunshine
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| Two fingers up and fuck one time
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| So allow yourself to get caught up in the Rapsody
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| And the 9th Wonder of the world actually
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| Raheem DeVaughn
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| Soul! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NonFiction , by - Rapsody. Song from the album The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп