| Yeah, yeah, yo
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| Rappers talking loud saying nothing, made of nothing
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| Yeah something walking proud, daily fronting, shady fucker
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| Air duster, air customs, when wannabes wanna be one of me
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| But I’m comfortable sonning them, them suckers don’t want it please
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| Falling like autumn leaves up off your knees
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| Taking your feet out of a
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| storming the beach, gallantly in army fatigues
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| Breach the speech
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| Probably kamikaze the beat, probably unique
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| Out of your reach, Muhammad Ali
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| higly intrigued
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| That malarkey they speak is sloppy next to
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| The apartment chief, don’t call me when I’m popping at freaks
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| Starving ass geeks, at Mardi Gras you fall in the streets
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| Stop with the drinks, to cops you a fake
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| So you swear that you a criminal, but talk to police, you thief
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| You saying you the owner when you dropping the lease
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| And he saying he original but copy your beats
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| Save me the typical you’re not in my league
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| Claiming you Olympian, never got on the team
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| Stop playing with them chemicals, they rot in your brain
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| All you got is your word, telling lies so absurd
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| Like it’s not a concern, that’s when drama occurs
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| All you got is your word, even with dollars to burn
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| Everybody’ll learn, all you got is your word
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| I’ve done seen it, lowest valley, highest zenith
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| Life fly by speeding, pen bleeding
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| Composing a flow that’s undefeated, when moments ago
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| I was a fetus, now notice me grow to a fucking genius
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| Wimpy flows, never keep me on my tippy toes
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| More feminine than any woman I’ve been with before
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| Rappers be shallow, hollow, frontin' for real deep
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| My word’s the only thing I can give and still keep
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| I built on the hill with Khalil Gibran
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| And I chill with the killers, where my skills was born
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| Oakland, California, here the mental is strong
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| In the middle of the storm, but I’m here to live on and on
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| Keep you lit up like the
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| Comb with a bomb in the pineal gland they talk silicone
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| when it’s Venice Dawn to dusk
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| On a skunk while they flunk looking thunderstruck, uh
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| And they saying you the owner when you dropping the lease
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| And he saying he original but copy your beats
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| Save me the typical you’re not in my league
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| Claiming you Olympian, never got on the team
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| Stop playing with them chemicals, they rot in your brain
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| All you got is your word, telling lies so absurd
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| Like it’s not a concern, but that’s when drama occurs
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| All you got is your word, even with dollars to burn
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| Everybody’ll learn |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All You Got Is Your Word, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Adrian Younge Presents: There Is Only Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп