| Woke up in the morning
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| High off the internet
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| Five million followers
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| Now on the internet
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| I own the internet
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| I own the internet
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| I own the internet
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| Hack into religion
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| Five billion followers
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| Bitches slaves and indians
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| Five billion followers
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| Five billion followers
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| Five billion followers
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| Martyr Loser Kingdom
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| Roach egg economy
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| Threat by superstition
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| Roach egg economy
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| Roach egg economy
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| Roach egg economy
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| Roach egg economy
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| Roach egg economy
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| «They approached the boat in reddish paint
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| Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks
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| Down, down from the sky, down
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| From the sky they seem to think we came»
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| I own the internet, five billion followers
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| 2000 slave team
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| Michael with a cigarette
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| Make a nigga pop
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| But how pop can a nigga get?
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| Basquiat, king of pop
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| Make a nigga boom, boom
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| Spin around, hat tipped down
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| Walk over the moon, moon
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| Days of the ways of the phase of the samurai
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| Falcon on my shoulder but you know
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| I’m on that eagle eye
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| Eyes of America, everybody looking
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| TV on the radio, knowledge in a book, and
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| God of the internet
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| Hackers, hackers
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| God of the internet, God of the masters
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| You don’t have to ask us, you can just do it
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| Light blinked red and I ran right through it
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| Matte black Tesla tank full of hydrogen
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| Pop that head stuck open my eyes
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| It’s my computer in front of me
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| In front of my computer
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| I’m typing all my thoughts as if I couldn’t think them sooner
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| She’s just a night bird floating through your kingdom come
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| Threatened by Virgini on the plenty
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| On that Nina Sim
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| You sitting wondering
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| Spitters who fear wondering
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| Trying to get Fulani, like the Roma bitch I’m wandering
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| Tagged up in the Vatican
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| «Nah nigga not that again»
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| Poems on the subway with some change up in my hat again
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| Snitches think I’m tattling
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| Bitches think I’m ragging them
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| Preachers think I’m preaching
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| While the teachers think I’m cheating
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| I’m just speaking
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| «They approached the boat in reddish paint
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| Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks
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| Down, down from the sky, down
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| From the sky they seem to think we came»
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| I’m just speaking
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| «They approached the boat in reddish paint
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| Naked, they were staring at our robes and garments giving thanks
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| Down, down from the sky, down
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| From the sky they seem to think we came» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roach Eggs , by - Saul Williams. Song from the album MartyrLoserKing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп