| Beat bully bogart
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| The booth with the flow darts
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| Name synonymous with Shakespeare, Mozart
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| Cape Fear go hard, villain with the pencilling
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| Not a pot to piss in and I’m sick, where the insulin?
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| Pay attention and you ain’t got to get hurt
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| Backslap your smirk, yanked out of your shirt
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| Raps back you jerk, thanks Mr. Lamar
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| Reks enter the bar, hangover tomorr'
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| Ding-a-ling swing so far down her jaw
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| It be ticklin' the belly from her insides ya’ll
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| Arrogant well yes-I-R
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| Cause I’m in category 1 of 1, best of best with the thoughts
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| Confess I impress to a fault
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| See with nothing left to exalt the love affair halt
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| The hatin' then commence, apron on the hips
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| I be baking up the hits, movin' up the list
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| Cookin' up the classics, Betty Crocker bitch
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| Yeah he talkin' shit back it up like the Pips
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| On a midnight train the brain ignite memories
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| Of pain, paint murals in the rain
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| Rhythmatic, the King
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| I bet you think you know about bars
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| About similes and metaphors
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| Hope the voice is compelling for the art of storytellin'
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| Please hold your applause
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| I been the D-ON for eons, studying the sci-ence
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| Math and the literature, R-E-King supreme one
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| Sorry to demean dumb
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| Niggas, but you dumb niggas lean on
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| The wrong understanding, my green thumb
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| Plant seeds in new breeds to heed, uh
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| Each one teach one, knowledge proceed
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| I bleed from artery with heart on my sleeve
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| Believe the culture been devoured by these vultures of greed
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| So I don’t need none
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| Of your approval, I’m approvin' myself
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| In booth with myself as motivation holdin' the belt
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| Most lyrical to have his joint still on the shelf
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| I spill on the book, leave 'em shook
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| Earthquake felt, the words they will
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| Force dudes to take they L
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| Take they O, take they S
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| Then another S, brother Reks discover the best kept secretive
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| Ascap need to just keep the check repeat-itive
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| Repetitive, whatever bitch
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| I’m better with putting the letters together shit
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| And you don’t stop rockin' wit'
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| This showin' off with the spit
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| So long to the next eulogy I got a script
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| No more, that’s all that’s it, bitch
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| I bet you think you know about bars
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| About similes and metaphors
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| Hope the voice is compelling for the art of storytellin'
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| Please hold your applause |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Your Applause , by - Reks. Song from the album Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп