| Hey you, out there beyond the wall
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| Breaking bottles in the hall
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| Can you help me?
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| Lizard king
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| My DNA symmetry… perfect
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| Humans are worthless
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| Exit my planet you serve as no purpose
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| Yes. |
| The rhythm, the rebel, the slave race
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| For conductive metals you in the same place
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| I exist on a plane where I change shapes
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| A subconscious level
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| You wanna bang
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| I can change your brain to a blank tape
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| BASF, yeah
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| I can easily erase that
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| Your insane is my normal
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| Wanna see where we live?
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| My Jacuzzi’s a portal
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| Yo, this The Pursuit of Happyness
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| Without the bathroom scene
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| I put my prose in these hoes, paragraphs so clean
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| I had intercourse with yo momma, motherfucker for real
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| A literary missile merchant, you can get a good deal
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| We move the ball against the odds, disregarding the chain
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| Pushing dope so potent, you can’t take it in vein
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| I got a clan of wild animals, we all alpha
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| We keep a tab at the bar, but I’m a jaw tapper
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| I introduce them to my face and I can’t feel it no more
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| Streaming Farrakhan in my beats, my race is at war
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| Plus I’m never getting stuck, I’m going out in a blaze
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| I’m here for profit like I’m Moses, burning bush in a maze
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| My staff is official and my group is the same
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| I man a scope and take 'em shots, I never fuck with my aim
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| I’m laid back in the cut overlooking my kills
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| Riding shotty in a hearse with Divine at the wheel
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| Swerve the turn, centripetal, breaking the clutch down
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| Exert the equilateral latitude on my comedown
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| Pull up on your planet with a track in your body
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| Man, I’m a first born immortal, now I’ll make it predominant
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| Shoot a banana at your hominid, make it pathology
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| I’m a fly beta tachyon, light up your bodily
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| Physical graffiti, your geometry’s wobbly
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| Your biology’s on sale to an alien colony
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| Super heavy heater extra, ever ready very steady gun metal
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| with the legendary
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| Divine Styles of Beyond, the minds of earthlings
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| Father of electrons, files and word bean
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| Alphabetical, medical, flow letter word picks
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| Movin' to your membrane, my curve game
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| Shape is like a tetragram, atomical white cape
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| Flowing off the back of my mechanical v-vertebrae
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| Hey you, out there beyond the wall
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| Breaking bottles in the hall
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| Can you help me?
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| Probably not
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| Kamikaze shots for cosmonauts
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| It’s three like the stripes on my Adidas
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| A ladi dadi
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| Pot, hops and barley
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| We like to party
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| Bitch. |
| I’m Chris Farley ripped
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| Bob Marley spliffs
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| Spaceships with Atari sticks
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| Talk shhh with they mouth they beg from
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| Claiming that they hungry so I throw 'em some breadcrumbs
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| It’s redrum, come and get some
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| I got enough of it to go around
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| Kick the door down and let the ruckus in
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| Nothing but the rugged shit
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| Live from the mothership
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| Get the mic so hot I gotta rock an oven mitt
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| I swear to god I’mma burst under pressure
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| Don’t test me they’ll find you in a hole in the desert
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| Take your soul on a record
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| There’s no controlling my temper
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| The cops looking for a skull with a hole in the center
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| I’m the final solution, a maniacal nuisance
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| Ryu, I’ll eradicate the radio pollution
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| Ain’t it funky |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radio Pollution , by - RYU. Song from the album Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп