| Check, check, check
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| We take it back like
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| Ridin large
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| In the old red Tracker
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| Herringbone necklaces on
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| Yo
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| Ride large like Professor, yeah we all feel the pressure
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| Reach the middle ground, want the money and the message
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| In our music
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| But, the ones that ask the questions
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| They get no answers
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| Give a damn about the essence
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| So, why stress the sessions
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| Just say whats your mind yo
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| So I’mma kick the lines yo
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| Till all of yall arrested
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| Cuffin' wit my bars
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| Doubled up just like the necklace
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| They wear around they necks
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| To show they checks is all the deafest
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| Unheard of, my word of, 9th Wonder told me wreck it
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| My drive Daytona 5, Ghost, never do they see um
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| Im up early, buttering toast
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| You eating Wheaties
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| Tryna get my thoughts together from dreams on posturepedies
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| I had last night
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| Holding the mic like I was TD (E)D on CD yo my rhymes
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| Could go for OT, I dont stop for nobody
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| Its rigamortis the rapper
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| Pouring out liquor for niggas I out rapped up
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| Means nothing
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| They wanna hear stories that can relate
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| They wanna hear stories about your life, about your day
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| Anything on my mind, I know here I can relay
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| So, when I feel stress I come here and fade away
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums
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| Just kickin it, bum ba bum
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums, bum ba bum
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| Don’t over think what you think that they thinking
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| Am I too lyrical? |
| Is it too simple? |
| Im sinking
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| Out of the zone, my attitude now fuck what you think
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| About to go all the way in, I give a damn about your minks
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| Deferred from the furs and the money
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| If the shrinks come with the deals that you ink
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| That niggas sign without a blink
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| Dont bond with me well, like males in all pink
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| Strong minded, frail shit, the lyrical Darlene
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| It was never all rosie, yo these niggas all goldies
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| They slave to the oldies, the presidents, just thinks
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| This real life rap, money, power, theres nothing else
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| A lot of sex, drug usage and rapping about wealth
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| Ain’t not balance in this system no more
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| We ain’t well
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| Ain’t a rapper on the radio wit stories to tell
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| Hip Hop never died, yo
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| The radio failed
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| Now the powers with the people
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| Wonder if they can tell
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| Just some change for your thoughts
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| Like those in the well
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| Yo, I kick for you all and take it back for a spell
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums
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| Just kickin it, bum ba bum
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums, bum ba bum
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| Columbine, we scary youth
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| They dont know how to react
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| With the drums start to swing
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| And it feel like 96
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| We the truth
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| Rocking Juice apparel
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| Boxes and rings
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| Gold fingers, gold thinkers
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| Young Pharaohs and queens
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| Brooklyn and Queens
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| Classic New York sound
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| Back on the scene
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| Shouts to Jamla, Pro Era
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| Boom bap in our veins
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| Got me Sparking
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| Taking me farther back on memory lane
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| Cleaning, freestyling, I’m only age 12 in my frame
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| Catching the rhythm
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| Was the mission
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| Now we living our dreams
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| Conditions not extreme
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| No need for TV screens
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| It seems we back to slinging
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| Dope product is back
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| On the block
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| I never forgot
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| Where the feeling was
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums
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| Just kickin it, bum ba bum
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| In the drums
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| Like I did when I was young
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| In the drums, bum ba bum |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Drums , by - Rapsody. Song from the album The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп