| Yea
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| Yea
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| Yea
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| Yea
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| (Verse)
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| Uh, looky looky I’m almost 40 and killing these rookies
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| Han Solo with charisma but I be psycho Wooky
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| We got us a situation, most you rappers will suck me
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| Now I’m back at it while you rappers remind me of Snooky
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| Perfect timin, I’m worth a diamond in sales
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| And I ain’t talkin bout zales,
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| I’m talking how I retail on the beat uh
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| (Verse)
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| You must have mistook me for some type of a novice, that’s something
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| You fucking, I’m punting these punters
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| These rappers, they blow like they playin the trumpet, no mouths beavers
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| Outrageous, WW F’in niggas still cagin
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| Some white pages where I pin these bars
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| You really want it, you could see them stars
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| Man, here we are
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| (Verse)
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| Just arrived and I’m alive, about to dive in this
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| Like I’m writing a book and I don’t know what the title is
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| All I know it’s on radio, I’m protecting my vitamins
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| Bout to turn off my radio, get inspired to ride again
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| Slice your flow with a machete, you’re like that chart, you looking heavy
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| And now I’m feeling victorious, throw apart that confetti
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| (Hook)
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| What you want? |
| I’mma give it to you baby
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| You don’t believe me so
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| I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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| I’mma show you what I’m spittin this really fo
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| I’mma do it better than all yall did before
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| You can act like you don’t know but…
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| What you want? |
| I’mma give it to you baby
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| (Verse)
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| I’m a connoisseur of the metaphor
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| Rap savage, not your average, rhymes incredible
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| Words appear in thin air, genie like Houdini
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| Revolutionary like Parker, Musolini
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| V on my chest like an adventricant to immortals
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| I came so I conquered, nigga in that order
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| (Verse)
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| Motor City cobra, I could strike in any moment
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| Pear dope, beats mixed with bacon soda
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| My pen iller than iceberg slims
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| I drop gems, hit the hole and I’m going like Billy Simms
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| Shock like a live wire
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| Hear the hum? |
| Anthrax over the drums, come get you some
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| (Verse)
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| Joe!
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| Contaminating, infecting them like these organisms
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| Containing impure, these flowing over dusty rhythms
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| Disgraced, scandal, I’m unclean
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| Me and this new regime, we sit with Ello Heem
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| God made dirt, I gotta face first, I’m guilty
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| Big pen wouldn’t play on this turf, feel me?
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| (Hook)
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| I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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| I’mma show you what I’m spittin this really fo
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| I’mma do it better than all yall did before
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| You can act like you don’t know but…
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| What you want? |
| I’mma give it to you baby
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| (Verse)
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| Yea
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| It’s the kid with the golden hands
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| Deadly fingers break motors, turn rocks to sand
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| Instrumentals hit your boind sales in your throat
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| Sorta like putting coke in your nose
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| I’m a beast, I feast on emcees
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| A nightmare, a Freddy Krueger, niggas dreams
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| (Verse)
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| Yo, Remy and kush style, vision all blurred
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| Still on my square like a mason, won’t slurr a word
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| Verbs move too fast for adjectives to describe
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| A cipher with dragons, come testin suicide
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| I’m a semi order magazine, loaded and locked
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| It’s easy to release ‘cause my hammer stay cocked
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| (Verse)
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| I am legend, similar to blast master
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| Niggas scared of applause with a laugh after
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| A fantastic, meta magic mad rapper
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| Underground flow, similar to Atlantis
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| Barack bastards, battle axe to backstabbers
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| Spectacle’s packed, you whack, you lack standards
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| (Hook)
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| I am nothing like your regular average Joe
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| I’mma show you what I’m spittin this really fo
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| I’mma do it better than all yall did before
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| You can act like you don’t know but…
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| What you want? |
| I’mma give it to you baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Want, artist - Slum Village. Album song Dirty Slums 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп