| And without any shame, for we are the unashamed
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| Lord Gosh presents to you: the audio blanket
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| Man U-V-A, with some holy hurray
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| Deft words display, write rhymes in clay
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| So if nobody don’t feel my z-ray
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| I’ll cool in my corner, make myself a tre
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| Seek and find a way to get my soul some pay
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| Put some clothes on my back, put some food in my belly
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| Drink some Irish moss and go roll in the hay
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| Wisdom fall, slap my headpiece
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| I’m packing ammunition for who?
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| Papa Time bites at the short-and-curlies
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| Onna lift grin cause she gwan too whirly
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| She buff bad but she vex me nuff
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| Make me lose myself, turn drinking cruff
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| I’m on some fix-up, singing some progress tune
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| Check, checka me check it, me checking myself
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| Rickety raps we write upon scraps of A4
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| Jack shite to do, beheld my mind tour
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| For to visualise is to be, to be is to gwan with tings
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| As your plane grow wings, we gets fly
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| As I bust a wheelie in the sky
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| We don’t follow, follow? |
| Code-red leader
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| Paid off the third term, foot gets stampede
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| Homeward bound, we pulling telescope focus
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| Hanging in the outback on tough concrete
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| Inter-outer galactic transportation
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| Zoot my bone and I reflect at this eighth floor
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| Raw, gyro-cheque poor
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| Roadside distraction to the tune of galore
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| Kerotene gets refueled, detox for system
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| Him a catch a frisking
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| Discotheque off your weakheart hex
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| My level stay next to none of the run-of-the-mill
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| Ex amount pride now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wisdom Fall , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп