| Sanctified vagabond speaking pon tings
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| Praise be to king of the fringe but nah go 'head
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| Gonna take up in the mountain like two mountain dread
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| Staple nosh out, rocking that cold fish and bread
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| Babylon in my vein, gotta shake that out my system
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| Dip down, get flat, smack the floor
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| 28 days on tour, the civil in me dwindle
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| Rekindle the hooligan conspiracy addict
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| Sporadic bouts of murderous thought
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| Fully qualified loon shaking a fist at the moon
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| Scolding notes of protest to the MI-5
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| Screaming «What makes thee, keep files on me?»
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| Just because I break the twigs off the sycamore tree
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| Place them in some water and we sit once and see
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| Transmit to transmit, frequencies
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| Utilities of the green matter mass
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| Way past the dust, the dust ash to ash
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| (way past the dust, the dust ash to ash)
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| Ital
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| Gorgon father stepping out the place pure vibal
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| Hippie gang tribal, praise no idol
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| Penetrate maths in the valley for cash
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| .22's we flash, flee this place
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| Valley too creepy, steal my grace
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| I’m check-checking, roots wrecking, a leaper hardstepping
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| Warming up the arts of a devil-cold pen
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| Folks embrace when my band enter
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| Warm and easy kicking style to your sensor
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| I spread my span, i’m rich with urch tips
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| We makes like we slick, lord knows that we slick but
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| These brands are stickies of an acquired yearn
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| We cushion the ill, as babylon churn
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| Too gripping two rhyme flips like misers to money
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| Slap two blackjacks but we shun gin rummy
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| We’s, hardsteppa, we grooves in our step and
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| We, we nah keep no frowsy for friend
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| We, we were never victims of trends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ital Visions , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Run Come Save Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп