| Eighteen willing rednecks sendin me deaththreats
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| Cuz his niece fantasize about wet sex when I’m in her headsets
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| She throw caution to the wind
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| They want to put my third eye in the crosshairs and then
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| Let rounds off
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| But see life is a gamble
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| I stay on my toes like (Ben Vereen?)
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| And I seen plenty scandals (everyday)
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| You sound soft when you speakin'
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| You need ammo to turn Rambo you’s a weekend warrior
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| Oakland California will eat you alive
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| That shit is weak you can try, you’ll get slammed joe
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| You get your hands broke swingin' on the Man of Steel
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| You was Blood early this morning now you kryptonite
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| Mass appeal in the battlefield will have you killed
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| You get lit up right in front of your buildin'
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| For tellin' lies to children and sellin' homicide
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| Come and get some real killers who won’t let you walk on by
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| Or that drama slide
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| Man get ostracized
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| Daughter cries cuz her father dies before her eyes
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| Watch what you talkin' or you might see the same demise
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| Dangerous times this ain’t them kill rhymes
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| We from a place that make you want to leave your gold home
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| Dangerous like the hole that’s up in the ozone
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| We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown
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| So strong, out of town chicks can’t keep their clothes on
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| (Tajai)
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| Now we ener-getic kopa-setic never static fully automatic
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| Very well rounded English boundless
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| Classic spastic catch and try to grasp it with
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| Massive missives hit from drastic distance
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| Graceful swiftness spatially senseless
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| Music enthusiasts
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| Danger seekin'
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| Dramatic dynamic action addict
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| My rhymes are flame filled expedience game
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| Real experience
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| Flashburn MCs with thermal radiation
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| Feel the ill change the command we aim
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| To expand these parameters
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| Phes-Delta, pencil beam ya rap amateurs
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| Surface to surface, inertial guidance
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| Throw your pilot
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| Send 'em all back to the flow asylum
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| Soul annoyed street sweep the (D E is?) a minefield
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| For rhyme skill
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| I travel in shockwaves and spine chills
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| Oakland Cali is a warzone
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| Evereyday is gettin' harder as it goes on
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| Souls, stick together like chromosomes
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| Then we puff a cortisone and get our flows on
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| In a place that make you want to leave your gold home
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| Dangerous like the hole that’s up in the ozone
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| We be smokin' on that killer Cali homegrown
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| So strong, out of town chicks can’t keep their clothes on
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| Yo, yo
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| I’m already smashin' in a steady fashion
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| One day I’ll get a (fetty?) mansion I’m ready for action
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| Without any distraction
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| Chillin' with homies and some women feelin lonely
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| No one dependin' on me henny sippin' slowly
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| Through your dough off that buddha smoke
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| Drinkin' a beautiful
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| Tell you only if it’s for you to know
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| We arisin' and soon to blow
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| And the timin' is suitable
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| But I wonder what these niggas be fightin' and feudin' fo
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| We do a show
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| And the price would not fall
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| And if a fight started off I slice like Darth Maul
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| No diversion can deter the surgeon operatin'
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| Exert & (be served?) if you don’t stop the hatin'
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| It’s bad business like a virgin copulatin'
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| Wired up with the coppers waitin'
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| Without a condom and she ovulatin'
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| I’m Eddie Haskell
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| Ready to deal with any asshole
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| Without any hassle, ha ha
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| (Opio)
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| Fuck a backstabbin' snake
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| Slick, you’s a snake
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| Who tried to penetrate the clique, you sick
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| I’m serious about this rap shit
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| We serious about this rap shit
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| We give a fuck about these hoes that jock
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| A rolex watch
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| And give up the twat
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| For some stones and rocks
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| If you bulletproof vested & holdin' a Glock
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| Keep that shit to yourself man you sound like a narc |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trilogy, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп