| It doesn’t help that I have to perform miracles
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| Before I get the recognition that my peers get shown
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| I remember they told me, «Spit it in a clearer tone
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| You too raspy, youngin', you sound too old»
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| But I live in a place where people’s dreams go to die
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| So excuse me if I have wrinkles on my brow or under my eyes
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| My momma found truth in her stomach amongst some of the lies
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| Gettin' raped by a close friend could fuck up your life
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| But some good could come in disguise
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| There’s quite a thin line between love and despise
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| I touch in her thighs, she feels the numb in her spine
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| I’m fuckin' her mind, havin' a threesome, making love to a crime
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| This is the year of the plentiful
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| The successful career of a criminal
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| When the monk priest decides it’s time to hit the road
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| The Saturday when the Rabi decides to lift a load
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| Flipping through vogue, skipping a few stones through the sea
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| The lack of a healthy fear like, what could God do to me?
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| I move with ease through the things people usually hoot and scream about
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| Lose they dreams about, decide to choose an easier route
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| We need a drought just so we can know we need the clouds
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| We need a jury just so we can go and beat the trial
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| Feet in the Nile from all the salt these niggas speakin' out
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| They writin' checks they can’t cash, I had to freeze accounts
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| Greasy mouths, the type a friends to hit the weed and bounce
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| I studied horticulture just so I could weed them out
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| The bitch niggas that get beat up, go home and beat they spouse
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| We don’t all participate, but at least we allow
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| I like my car parked up the block
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| Take my tech deck out and keep me doors locked
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| Cause these kids throw rocks in
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| These kids don’t got aim
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| I have to flow
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| 10 times harder than these Seattle cats
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| Who make albums out of battle raps
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| They niggas snitch on em an then they tattle back
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| It’s sad, they use up more of the drugs that they have then they’ve ever trapped
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| I front em a pack and I never ask for the cheddar back
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| Cus they must need it
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| Rehab is above they budget cap
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| I wish there was a law that only Real Niggas could fuckin rap
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| They mug at me I’m buckin back
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| Whoops there goes another strap
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| Fuckin Raz
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| You Fuckin right, I Fuckin spazz
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| I was taught never shoot a shot with a shaking hand
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| Glad I had an absent father, not an angry dad
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| Being a bastard child never made me mad
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| You have to be sitting down or laying down ta take a stand
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| I’m knocking on pearly gates
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| Standin on golden floors
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| The demons are scared to say my name;
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| Voldemort
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| Hold a sword
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| Go to war
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| Chop a neck wit no remorse
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| Then preened I give a fuck when I go ta court,
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| Deep wounds, —
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| Strangled souls with open sores
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| I did what any D boy does when they close the ports an shit
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| Resorted to more resourcefulness
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| Extortionist, turn a rich man to a contortionist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Kids Throw Rocks , by - Raz Simone. Song from the album Solomon Samuel Simone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп