| Pay hommage to the God
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| Jaysaun
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| M-Dot (M-Dot)
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| Okay (Jaysaun)
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| The real and the raw
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| Snowgoons, let’s go
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| M-Dot!
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| It’s clear to me these dudes ain’t breathing the same air as me
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| Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me
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| Show to show severity, don’t you know it’s wearing me
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| But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
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| Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies
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| Go for broke, I’m bending knees
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| Hold the hope of friends in need
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| The hardest working inserting no burden
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| Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
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| Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
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| Bottle splits, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick
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| Me? |
| I don’t bother with, barely acknowledge it
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| Only thing I ever bit? |
| My bottom lip
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| Literally I am the epitome homes
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| Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally
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| Known from London to Italy
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| I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically
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| The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally
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| And I am viciously controlling Boston officially
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| They say you Jaysaun? |
| I am, I am
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| Two truths: I don’t take the stand, to bare love’s hand
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| I’m no rat and I don’t wear no wires
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| I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
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| You okay with them punchlines
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| But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime
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| You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
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| You chew 'em too long, I eat a bunch at one time
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| I’m Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined
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| Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind
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| You the type to be unsigned with hype
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| For so long you could’ve blown but never really quite
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| Doing it ten years and that shit ain’t right
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| So I’m cutting off the light, goodnight, it’s all over
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| It’s an automatic slaughter, caught 'em walking, talking louder
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| Nah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen
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| Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
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| Write music for my fans not the pride of money
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| Building the career until the ceiling interfere
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| I breath out knowledge, put the healing in the air
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| Appealing with the sneer, noticed internationally
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| Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me
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| Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps
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| Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they’re missing facts
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| I pen my soul, they spend their dough
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| My flow’s frozen like ten below
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| The best in the game, best invest in the name
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| Yes I’m destined for fame, rest get left in the rain (M-Dot)
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| Best believe the hype, I’ll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Real and the Raw , by - M-DotSong from the album The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп