| My destiny, sitting on the throne you fell off of
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| Flossing champion belts, the gems is for the poems
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| I rip your head from your neck 'til you look semicolon (Ugh)
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| It’s with the dopest slang, my mental is twisted
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| My mind holds a state where inner visuals live at
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| They go to war, it reflects through my vocal cords
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| High explosives, fly from inside Ayatollah
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| African (Where you at, El?) African men
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| Ark, he playing deep in the safari
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| Got a army deeper than slaves to raise the Sphynx’s body (Ugh)
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| Greek mythology, it’s none adjacent
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| I dropkick you with the skills learned from Levitation
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| Breathe the chi through my navel, I electrify what I eject
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| My dialect is fly
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| We lock it down, we lock it down
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| We lock it down, lock it down
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| Lock it down, lock it down (Ugh)
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| Yo, we bury niggas in the back like The Sopranos
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| Bust niggas the fuck back like Marciano
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| Quick to get it, quick to spit it on the counter
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| Can’t trust niggas with your money on the counter
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| Lock cold, like seven, spit star for hunger
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| More they push us back, the more we get stronger
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| S… Bad boys of four-six
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| Fucking with Baatin and El on assist
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| Gliss niggas that cross the line, they get hit
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| Smack niggas in the mouth for the same shit
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| And also, fuck around, it’s a fiasco
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| Known, loco, centro, international
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| Trey! |
| Third!
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| (Man, these niggas better forget about it, man)
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| We draw crowds in like Exodus, on corners
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| These dudes recite poems in large forums
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| Known to crush they victims, smash they opponents
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| Walk in the dark with the spotlight on ‘em
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| With a crew of black bandits, walk open-handed
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| Quick to cut it up in many circumstances
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| That’s why we…
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| We lock it down, we lock it down
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| We lock it down, lock it down
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| Get down and do it for you and I
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| Get down and do it for you and I
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| Get down and do it for you and I
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| Excuse me, miss, I’m off the chain
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| It’s making me sick, ain’t that a bitch?
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| You sent for the wish
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| You know I do it like a dusty cell with a pitch
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| You in the bottle like a ancient text
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| It’s the same thing, you know I got, it’s empty, empty
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| Sandal with a seashell
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| We swell, pay the piper like I’m R.-Kel
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| Ishmael, see the face, I’m in a turban like I meant well
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| Get stale, I got bread for the corpse in mind
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| It’s the same thing, I guess I gotta whine
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| You down, understand, you with a handshake
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| Shift the gear while I sift ‘em in the crust
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| Work this empty, I might catch the wave
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| Run it up, tryna get served up, what the fuck
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| It’s the same thing, I guess I got, it’s empty, empty
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| Sandal with a seashell, we swell
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| We lock it down lock it down
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| Lock it down, lock it down
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| Get down and do it for you and I
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| Lock it down, we lock it down
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| Get down and do it for you and I
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| We lock it down, lock it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lock It Down , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Villa Manifesto, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп