| Walking through this world alone
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| Walking through this world alone
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| (Soul Position)
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| Walking through this world alone
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| (Blueprint, RJD2)
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| Mic Control starts today
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| Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way
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| This is not a game
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| We are not players — we do not play
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| Mic Control! |
| Mic Control! |
| Mic Control!
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| Yo… homeboy you got a wack hustle
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| I heard your raps they lack muscle
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| I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle
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| So them boys in blue and black can bust you
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| Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you
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| You call my name you ask for trouble
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| Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled
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| Get who you gotta get, get your fam
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| Ladies if you’re beffin', get your man!
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| Beef turn print to a different man
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| So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan
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| I have you making co-payments on some eyewear
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| You got me wrong I only act like I care!
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| I used to be a substitute teacher’s worst nightmare
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| A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare
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| Skipping study hall so I can play ball
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| Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm
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| Ain’t nothing changed, it’s still on
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| Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song
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| It’s only right
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| I don’t play with life — so I don’t play with mics!
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| Mic Control starts today
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| Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way
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| This is not a game
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| We are not players — we do not play
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| Alone… walking through this world alone
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| Walking through this world alone (ha-ha)
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| Walking through this world alone (one more time)
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| Yo, rap is not real
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| I don’t care what they told you
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| Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth
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| I’m a grown man I’m not here to joke with you
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| I came to win it all and take back what’s overdue
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| It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops
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| It might mean I gotta broke it in two!
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| With a broken tooth runnin' back home
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| Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you
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| I’m old school, I know life ain’t fair
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| In most days I feel like it’s too much trouble to care
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| I used to walk to the corner store with nappy hair
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| Pockets full of food stamps and didn’t care who stared
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| To understand me you had to be there
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| To understand pain you had to see welfare
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| A living in inner city in hell and still there
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| Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair
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| I know you feel me if you do say: «hell yeah!»
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| And throw your hands in the air!
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| I know you feel me if you DO say: «hell yeah!»
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| And throw your hands in the air!
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| Mic Control starts today
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| Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way
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| This is not a game
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| We are not players — we do not play
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| Walking through this world alone
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| Ain’t looking for a lover
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| Walking through this world alone
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| Just looking for home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mic Control , by - Soul Position. Song from the album Unlimited EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп