| Finally back
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| No time to relax
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| We gotta think fast
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| Get on the attack
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| This won’t be the last
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| No need to be lagging
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| We should react
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| They’ll be blasting when they smashing in your front door
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| Asking, «What you frontin' for?»
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| Nothing but impure unadulterated hatred tryna crush your face
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| When nobody’s safe you running in place
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| You could get erased
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| Deleted from the planet, closed casket
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| I wanna bring some heat straight to these bastards!
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| Give, or don’t give
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| Until you fulfill
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| Your dreams of finding
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| And rhyming
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| Mischievous souls
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| Check it
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| We all gotta leave one day
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| And I know it’s gonna happen to me one day
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| But this situation needs com play
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| Put it up to his temple and he gone pray
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| What would my people say
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| If they knew I was caught up in this evil game
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| People forgetting that we the same
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| Look at the devil cause he’s to blame
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| Maybe we too cocky, self indulgent, and egotism
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| Not to mention that if I stoop down to their level then it’ll be me in prison
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| The other side of me is fighting me, telling me «We should kill em»
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| It’s seeping into my soul I need to behold a deeper vision
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| Hold on, plea breathe for a minute
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| Let’s think before we bring the reaper in it
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| Man I barely seein' them niggas
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| And the last thing that I wanna be is sitting
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| Off in a 6 by 8
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| You know you trippin', Tajai
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| But they did try to kill you
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| Man look at my leg!
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| Fuck it, headshots, smacked with a cannon
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| Smash a nigga nuts with a hammer
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| Burn all the mutts in the kennel
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| Nobody getting to the spittle
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| Leave no clue to the riddle
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| But fuck it, let’s get em, gone
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| How many thumpers we sittin' on
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| Call Black Ice for the Black Ops
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| All black knights finna blackout
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| Shady this, shady this, lives at dawn
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| Then we burn the evidence on the black block
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| Word to mom
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| I feel my brothers in arms, I’m ready to purchase armor
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| Better believe the voice for reasons ask Phes if he ever heard of karma
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| Gotta be smarter, transponder, new jerk reaction is liable
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| To leave all four of us martyrs, at the coroners office but the odor is toxic
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| Can’t be overly cautious, food for the soul, we’ll end up either
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| Headed for hell, dead or in jail, devil prevails, who’s in control?
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| Us or them? |
| Crash in the barrel, two to the dome, using the scope
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| Noose to the throat, a generation wasted, but I ain’t losing hope |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finally Back, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Adrian Younge Presents: There Is Only Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп