| Rob Sonic
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| Definitive Jux
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| Telicatessen (echo)
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| (alright!)
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| Old world
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| Must free
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| Warhead
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| Husky
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| Last car
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| Dusty
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| Save us
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| Must be
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| Free ride
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| Rush the
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| Peace train
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| Shoot me
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| Dog, curb, blurred out, just to circa 70's
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| Rock, roof, plaid, two enemy
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| Compost, fast food, centipede
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| Bust our fuzz, hour waiting for the late show
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| Gallery of greats when the place closed
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| Downtown polarize a grey stove
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| Sound stashed, over by the payphone
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| Guzz back, dizzy battle city where they rhyme first
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| Welcome to the place where the time lurks
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| With no deciding lines or design perks
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| They only recognize if your mind works
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| Eighty-hour weeks and you speak like a stone
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| Cheap stove fever by the nightstand
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| Seafoam fever down on my end
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| Repo, demon, diamond, iceland
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| Leading with my right hand
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| Leak a bath hose
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| Strange hammer in a hazard field
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| Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal
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| Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real?
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| Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed?
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| Easel, author, son of secrets
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| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic
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| People, bosses, pawns and pieces
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| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths
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| Free who can echo days
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| Mobile home, digest
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| Wild flex, superhuman bicep
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| Sigh nest, who can prove an Ibex?
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| Ricochet, Richard Bay, fix a fate of violence
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| And who can rip the place like a chinet?
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| And move a picture frame that defines fresh?
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| And tell it to the rain while it’s eye’s wet?
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| Drive less, frizzy, dry, product placement
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| The blinds drive, echo winter solstice
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| The iPod break a head in post script
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| The eyes I faded in hypnosis
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| Twice a week just to speak, crazy, cannot focus
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| Easel, author, son of secrets
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| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic
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| People, bosses, pawns and pieces
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| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Ediths
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| Waste, excess, style a concentrated way to look
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| Wormhole on hiatus beta-hook
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| Sony, son of Sega mega crook
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| Hook it like Samsung, serving up my can-can
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| Flim-flim, power to the xenophobe
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| 10−10, hour for the screen a pro
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| Engine, flower for the scenic roads
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| To the bank, thank the monks while I’m here, audio
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| Video Vanguard, village gate
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| Studio, landshark, Philip Tate
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| Radio, ramparts, illustrates
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| Rocket man, Aquaman, prototype, collagen
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| Sinners, Jean Killer, green clock
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| Then isn’t he differently mocked?
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| Three-way, evade, histamine block
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| The phantom blade can’t enrage
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| Hammer, strange, stop?
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| Strange hammer in a hazard field
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| Cause the man with the gun got the mass appeal
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| Do we stand, do we run, do we ask if it’s real?
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| Do we land on the sun if our cash is concealed?
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| Easel, author, son of secrets
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| Diesel, daughters, posturepedic
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| People, bosses, pawns and pieces
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| Bunkers, feelings, hunger, Edith’s
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| Poetic Queens
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| The Bronx
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| Manhattan
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| Brooklyn
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| Staten Island
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| It’s on the train
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| We out of space
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| We out of space |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strange Hammer , by - Rob Sonic. Song from the album Telicatessen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп