| From Philly to Norway (nigga, I ain’t no rapper…
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| I ain’t no muhfuckin' rapper nigga)
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| I ain’t no rapper!
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| The equivalent of wickedness, sid vicousness, ridiculous
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| You die slow while I live for this
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| Find my arch nemesis quiverin' while I’m in the premises
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| It’s my movie, here’s what the premise is
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| I don’t do nothing if I don’t really benefit
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| I cut people off, I don’t mean finish sentences
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| You won’t get that until I’m long gone
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| You gay dancing in Sean John thongs to Sean Paul
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| Oh lord… here goes that guy again
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| With the spectacular spit stealing my shine again
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| You should not try and win, be happy to lose
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| Lil' BDI dudes looking at my confused… man…
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| I’ll murder your spirit before I consider your flesh
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| Fucked you up with that right? |
| Now give it a rest
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| Give up the checks, it’s time to pay the piper
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| Cauze is Johnny Cash going down a reign of fire
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| I’m a end up in all y’all top 10
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| Like G Rap, Big Daddy n Rakim
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| Biggie & Pac… yo who shot them?
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| «I don’t really give a fuck… I ain’t no rapper! |
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| I blaze trees that harvest in the humble forest
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| You fall flat like one-note chorus
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| Hare vs. Tortoise… run nigga run
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| America said that we like our young niggas dumb
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| Ahh… it figures… I’m preaching to the Choir
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| Your tongue needs to be yanked, I’m reaching for the plyers
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| Been nice since my mom found my reefer in the dryer
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| I left it in my pocket… was a thief and was a liar
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| Ain’t shit changed except now I don’t hide my smoke
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| Ancestors were tied with ropes inside a boat
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| So we could have gold fronts and hair salons
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| I still know where it’s not but I don’t know where it’s gone
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| Somewhere beyond, I’m tryna rope it in
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| Go to war against Uncle Sam like the Ho Chi Minh
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| Before the globe should end and blows away in the coldest wind
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| I’m a drop jewels just for you to soak’em in
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| I’m the truest rhymin', rare breed like jewish-irish
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| Disrespect your argument like Judge Judith Sheindlin
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| If you said you beat me, then you is lying
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| Cancer consuming the chords, the music’s dying
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| Do this as a blueprint, exude defiance
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| Lock your doors, the full moon is rising
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| The natural should never be confused with science
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| The power to move the muthafuckin' Mayans
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| It’s not doctorine, it’s raw rockin', jaw droppin'
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| They say Cauze awesome
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| Potatoe silencer make you au gratin
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| My words is dirty… all rotten
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| Covered in filth, your mother’s a milf
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| Get the cream all day son, nothing but milk
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| I dig in your ass like boxers that’s silk
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| You wanna run with me then your gonna get kill’t… oh! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't No Rapper, artist - Reef The Lost Cauze. Album song A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп