| We kings, we queens, our tribe is a village
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| Black and brown still alive after the pillage
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| Head up, never down, your crown is an image
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| Bask in the glow, survivors, and winners
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| We kings, we queens, our tribe is a village
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| Black and brown still alive after the pillage
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| Head up, never down, your crown is an image
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| Bask in the glow, survivors, and winners
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| Pacified by the passers-by, absent-minded
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| Path of God, the road map, perhaps I’ll find it
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| Unlearn, relearn, then the realignment
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| Forty yars a slave, wonder where the time went
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| Got supply for demand, wholesale consignment
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| Redesignin' the brand, prevail or fail assignment
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| Plus and minus signs is on my side this time
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| With motivation to move mountains, no need to climb it
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| Any climate versus meteor or comet
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| Media comments, my vocal bomb atomic
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| Full deck, inspect, intellect in retrospective
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| Introspective, who the best is though?
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| Really mind if I’m not in your GOAT convo
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| Vocal flow toe to toe, tag a foe, John Doe
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| You ain’t Tariq Trotter, Ghost, or Nasir, you pale in comparison
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| Long as I’m here, yo
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| Celebrate them here now, not the year after
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| Tellin' loved ones you care, that’s the fear factor
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| Pile of income and lump sums, I’m after
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| Residuals in these interwoven intervals
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| Intramural lab relays, my raps require replays
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| Tell referees be fair, let me rephrase
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| You official be official, not a issue
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| God is with you, we love it, gems be crystal
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| Clear, unless they in one and then out the other
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| Gotta believe before I doubt my brother
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| Gotta heal before we kill each other
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| The hunger inside gon' suffer
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| Can’t hate, that’s the new love
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| Scratch that ass below rise, two above
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| Backpack full of goodies for the kiddies
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| The kiddies love the goodies, crown under hoodies
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| We kings, we queens, our tribe is a village
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| Black and brown still alive after the pillage
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| Head up, never down, your crown is an image
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| Bask in the glow, survivors, and winners
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| We kings, we queens, our tribe is a village
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| Black and brown still alive after the pillage
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| Head up, never down, your crown is an image
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| Bask in the glow, survivors, and winners |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Village, artist - Reks. Album song T.H.I.N.G.S. (The Hunger Inside Never Gets Satisfied), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп