| My style is mad funky, gots to show the funk
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| Don’t need a girl who be traps like a ho
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| Which means I’m baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
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| I dropped a lyrical bomb, y’all seem to scatter
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| You talk and chit chatter, it really don’t matter
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| I’m too cold to hold and badder than the Mad Hatter
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| I’m a basketcase like the man with the chainsaw
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| Underground sounds that I rip from the core
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| The superfly, funktastic, never took a loss
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| Cause I chose to burn competition like a torch
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| Got a short fuse, when I’m lit I’m outta touch
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| I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud
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| Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
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| You beat me in a battle? |
| Ha ha, now that’s a riddle
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| I like to keep my style pumpin on the regular
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| I’m the man, takin calls like I’m on a cellular
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| I pack the rhymes like a tourist packs the luggage
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| On one hand I’m rough and on the other hand I’m rugged
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| Pass it off to the right so I can flip kid
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| Shorty wildstyle, not for that old ill shit
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| Wu-Tang slang I’m puttin in your brain
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| You don’t want it, they don’t want it, niggas don’t want it
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| Don’t flex boy because my shit is real
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| I’m sendin chills through your body like my man Evander Holyfield (oooh)
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| Everyday is get rough out in my town
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| That’s Staple-town
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| Every other day a body’s found, yo
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| Got mad stacks, don’t even move kid I’m strapped
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| Tez got mad stacks inside his napsack
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| Here’s a warning, I gets my meth and my forty and gets lifted
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| And fly in the sky like Mike Jordan
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| Now here we go, I’m back for mo' check the flow
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| Up from the Down Low as I wreck the show
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| Cause niggas is borin, ohh you got me yawnin
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| You come and go easy like a Sunday mornin
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| Pass the method, I wanna get blunted
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| That’s how I knew Wu-Tang slang was what you wanted
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| So I brung it, pass the mic, watch me tongue it
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| Now you done it
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| Tried to flip then you fronted
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| Well I’m a bad little bastard how can you ask it
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| Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted
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| And dropkicked by a nigga that’s mad sick and wicked
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| Got more skins than a click kid
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| A rebel that switch his level just like a devil
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| For those who rock heavy metal I bash you with a shovel
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| Cause me and my boys make noise up and down the block
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| I rocks and rocks get hot and blow up the spot
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| Cause my styles is buckwild and it shakes the ground
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| With a fat sound that funk like James Brown
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| I hope you listen cause I wasn’t babblin no mission
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| A blank eye then run outta ammunition
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| On your ass real fast, no second thoughts you get blasted
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| So heed the words from the bad little bastard |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass It Off , by - RubbabanzSong from the album AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп