| Dream team you’re better then you listen them
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| Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them,
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| Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them
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| I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them
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| Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence
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| You’re running with raw, it’s decadence
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| You can’t see us, it’s decadence
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| We the realest around nigga, respected yea
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| (Verse)
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| I’m out of order my buy, my bipolar dissorder
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| Lord of the horror that killed Dora and that fuckin explorer
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| I turn the sword into a man alughter, I’m buying stroker
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| I drain the put on this trap then rhyme Oprah
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| Up in this you penalized, we flyin vultures
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| In a desert with seven limbs, no signs — hopeless
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| You never wins, I’m better than ever been,
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| They say I’m going broke now, I’ve never been a wind,
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| Our buddy dudes, they hit their hollow chins,
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| We the tightest, word to James and Titus
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| I offer this, minus the riders
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| Ocaidas with Mike’s lip, I cause crisis
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| (Hook)
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| Dream team you’re better then you listen them
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| Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them,
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| Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them
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| I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them
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| Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence
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| You’re running with raw, it’s decadence
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| You can’t see us, it’s decadence
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| We the realest around nigga, respected yea
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| (Verse)
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| Ball in the corner pocket, aiming like I’m shooting moving targets
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| Underground like the black market,
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| Rocking stones not colognes
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| Onyx joints, wear black diamonds
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| Don’t wanna live up on hollow points,
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| Rock don shit, Gucci shades with the night vision
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| So even when it’s dark I’m a technician
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| Slick game keep it raw like a coke line
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| Beats by Jay nigga you can smoke mine
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| In my own lane never do it like they do
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| Sudden some whatever I touch down like ey you,
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| Paid dues, official like a may do,
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| RZA, dealer, I’m from the same school.
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| (Hook)
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| Dream team you’re better then you listen them
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| Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them,
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| Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them
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| I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them
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| Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence
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| You’re running with raw, it’s decadence
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| You can’t see us, it’s decadence
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| We the realest around nigga, respected yea
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| (Verse)
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| Peace to the villa, all the way back to H pilla, face scylla
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| Grade A spitter,
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| Patient as a grave digger,
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| Meaning I wait for a sound then I react why you’re playing around then I
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| Produce the hit the way I do it, you won’t know if it’s beef or making music,
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| I got your number homie, tailor suited
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| I measure your arms before I slay a Judas
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| I take em through it,
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| I’m Samuel as hell for folk fiction
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| Burning ales in hell then exhale
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| Then I give em hell like hell and twist wings
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| Brainstorming while you try to send sale.
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| The rest fail, tryin to derail the hustle,
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| I got a candle unleashed with no muzzles,
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| Your whole team’s on the bubble,
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| And we’re buzzin em, giving them trouble
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| We leave em searching to the rubble.
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| (Hook)
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| Dream team you’re better then you listen them
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| Nah dawg, ain’t no fuckin catching them,
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| Niggas talk tall and can’t act for them
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| I guess they got they fucking halos protecting them
|
| Just speak on it dawg, yo, it’s decadence
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| You’re running with raw, it’s decadence
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| You can’t see us, it’s decadence
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| We the realest around nigga, respected yea |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Decadence , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Dirty Slums 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп