| Critically acclaimed, commercially banned, no American fans
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| But skills still matter to my niggas in France, so
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| Never the hater, you just cannot rap
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| I’ll kill half y’all niggas off like a Thanos snap
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| White chalk, even on my off night
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| I create more yellow tape than Off-White
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| My vow to excellence made life lonelier
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| 'Cause the strip clubs is crowded with the phony ones
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| Not holier than thou (Thou), but I was born in California
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| City of the Angels where they bleach us with ammonia
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| Claiming it’s vitiligo, I can’t abide
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| Put a drink on my tab then bounced, Irish goodbye
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| Hate to admit that I cried, my heart died
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| Right and wrong, no shades of gray, apartheid
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| Silly to think a gypsy would uplift me
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| Shouldn’t expect empathy when they soul is empty
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| Depressed, lost my will to live
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| Like I’m defeated, get me the fuck outta here
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| Probably oughtta let God take the steering wheel
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| Or sleep the next 10 years in the pen, thanks to Seroquel
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| Excuse me while I disappear
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| Few before him and even fewer after
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| So eloquently voice the social concerns
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| I’m spitting bars my G, 'til I R.I.P.
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| Ask No I.D., I’ma shine like the star I be
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| Not lookin' down on the ground in Hollywood
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| I be in the hood, stronger despite what this industry did to me
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| 10 years of litigation, that liar Wendy G
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| Sometimes the insult is the favor, thank you my frenemies
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| I’m lovin' it, we need more women up in the government
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| Support the #MeToo movement, but I’m discoverin'
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| Acknowledges, self-admitted misogynist
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| The problem is with feminism it’s corrupted, mister-sogynist
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| Asia Argento claimed her career was destroyed
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| Then turned around & diddled a young boy
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| Paid 400 Grand in hush money
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| That’s slush fund honey, cost 18 years just to bust one dummy
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| Mutual when they laid down, unilateral when she pregnant
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| Then he inherit it, got to take care of it, listen
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| Find a sperm bank, trapping cats is so wrong
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| One said it helped her beat her dependency on Oxycodone
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| I know one in mourning trying to replace her own Mom
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| Traded a life for a life, can’t make a strong bond
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| Thin line between a flirt and assault
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| Equal protection and sex, there’s a flaw in the law
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| 'Cause you should go to prison if you rape her in her sleep
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| And it’s not consensual, so what if she do the same to me?
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| And claim it’s meant to be
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| He wanna abort, she disappear for a year, then she take him to court
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| You stole his bloodline without his permission
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| So he resent the fact that they living
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| So no one’s forgiven, decisions, decisions
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| Got off the Autobahn, ausfahrt, German for «exit»
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| Sounds like ass fart, when air comes out from where you shit
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| Heavy, brain food like Doc Sebi
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| They crucify the prophets 'cause the information’s deadly
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| So I put it in a medley, 'til the resurrection’s ready
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| Y’all was crashing Grammy parties
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| I was writin' my magnum opus
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| Not the dopest, you the most opioid addicted
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| Fans focused on the hocus pocus
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| KFC drive-thru, Big Bird, you been served
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| You got famous lettin' Devil’s call you the n-word (Nigga)
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| I’m ruthless, drain all the joy out of Lucas
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| 'Til he madder Lucas, or a sadder Lucas
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| I’m George Lucas, Star Wars with the bars, Lucas
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| Poison gas shootin' like Vladimir Putin
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| First album ended with me in the booth getting smoked
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| This time I want to leave you with hope, shalom
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| As-salāmu alaykum, all so damn simple
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| Peace, haha
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| Excuse me while I disappear
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| Gone
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| «Soul on Ice», «Soul on Ice», «Soul on Ice», Two |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghosted , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп