| You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking
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| I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly
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| flexin' till all y’all deleted
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| I been in the lab hittin' pads with a ball point jab
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| Pourin' gas on the mic till it pop
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| Gimme what you got
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| I will never mix it in the pot even if it’s hot you will never kick it with a
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| god
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| Wanna complain
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| We are not the same
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| Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don’t you hate me when you hear it let it
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| bang
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| Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is
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| finished
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| You only want the fame
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| Let me digress
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| This verbal vomit you 'bout to digest
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| Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text
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| Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next
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| I don’t pay attention so miss me with all them death threats
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| Gave up my life in the military for this music
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| So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket
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| no hearse or obituary
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| So get out my way when I be moving through
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| My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube
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| I’m running circles round you like a hula hoop
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| Army lifestyle didn’t work so I flew the coop
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| Pure dedication got me where I’m at
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| And I’m not going back so you gon' have to kill me to make me quit
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| Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth
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| ‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit
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| Now these rappers in my DM’s
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| I don’t like 'em why they wanna be friends
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| Bet I’m crowned the king when the beef starts
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| They in body bags when the beef ends
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| Young Cobain
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| No gas in my tank
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| Not a thing to my name
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| But the rest of this drink
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| Spritebeatz on the beats, beastin' the keys
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| While I’m K-R-Double-E-P in the streets
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| Wandering alone, neither dead or alive
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| But I wanna be dead sometimes
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| Fuck out my face
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| Never took a freebie or a handout
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| No thanks, don’t park, no breaks
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| Never thought about it but I really started thinkin' ‘bout the way that the
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| world can be
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| Don’t wanna give a thing, wanna take everything away from the place that they
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| got it in the first place
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| Everybody thinkin' that they don’t give a fuck
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| When they takin' all the time to write that, they don’t give a fuck
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| Get up out your feelings and quit, quit your bitchin' and do some shit, bitch
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| See I really gotta say that I find myself up in a predicament every time I
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| synthesize another one of my lines
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| It only really happens with a known scent of apathy happily cut myself,
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| broke like bohemian rhapsody in every song
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| Now tell me if it’s gettin' old
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| I don’t really give a fuck but I kinda just wanna know
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| For the sake of the knowin' that’s all
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| Take a step back, maybe then another six more, hoe
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| Keep on hatin' like you’ve never been judged before
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| Get a partner with the world hidin' behind your phone
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| If you claimin' that you really puttin' on
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| What I see now is strong
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| Just another weak ass bitch, with a mic and some wifi
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| Hopin' that they’ll pay enough to make a sci-fi
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| Better return them jeans and cop some self esteem |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song As Above, So Below , by - Sinizter. Song from the album Diatribe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп