| So beautiful
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| So lovely
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| So beautiful
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| It’s like that y’all yeah
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| You see I’m cold like the summers that
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| I see in my sky
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| Niggas came in this game
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| And they stole our style
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| Now look at these niggas
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| Say they so hostile
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| Now we move from pride in now
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| We more general
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| Now I think 'fore I speak
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| These words out my mouth
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| But the spp--that I be saying
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| I be blurring 'em out
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| So I speak with a slur
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| Like a drunk on a rile
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| Or a disturbed patient in the
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| Men-tal house
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| Cool and lounge
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| In the house of the slum
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| Where the sounds and the music
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| Is as best as they come
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| It’s all good
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| S is the best said some
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| Some say we will intercede as one
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| Heyyyy
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| This is how we do it
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| For you niggas who get money
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| Now you got it if you feel it
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| Put your hands up in the air
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| Women who must get it got it
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| Fluid and you know you flaunt it
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| All we need is me and you
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| Let’s make it happen
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| Come on
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| Let’s go
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| It’s like I stay at constant war
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| With these wack niggas
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| You think I wore a hard hat
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| With the strap hangin'
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| Gat slangin'
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| With my arm in the shape of a L
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| Letting my fingers walk
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| I never been down to Earth
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| I just been deep in thought
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| Peeping y’all mediocre MCs
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| Deleting culture
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| I cry freedom
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| Like the eyes leaking
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| From a deceasin' soldier
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| You think it’s over
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| Not by a longshot
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| Even if triggered
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| By the best sniper the mob got
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| Cause I rock sacrament type slang
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| Doper than collapsing a light vein
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| With a needle to your forearm
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| You wind up in the worst-case scenario
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| Challenging me
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| The unseen son of a king
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| Something extreme
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| Superheroic boost a moon through a poem’s
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| Landscape to make your hands wave
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| Like the movements of oceans
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| Don’t make me angry
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| You bound to get lifted from the canvas
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| Equivalent to mutated talents of Professor Xavery
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| S is the best
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| Ask some
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| Some say we will intercede as one
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| Most of these niggas been so late
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| Sold up
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| Get ya little high
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| Ya little Tanq-load over
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| Once you breathe
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| Every breath you take
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| The end getting closer
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| One life to live
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| And this bass is
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| Like the clock it’s
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| Tickin' and tockin'
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| It don’t stop
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| I’m in a gray-space coaster
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| You can’t see me
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| Because you’re blind to the simple fact of life
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| That one of these days you’re gonna die
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| And miss the one and only chance
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| You can fly
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| Motor-Boy
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| Where niggas is claiming the fame
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| Try to humble yourself
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| And be greater than the name
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| Rasu’l
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| This message is stuck on your brain
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| Live your life… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La La , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Trinity (Past, Present And Future), in the genre Поп