| Came in the game with a brain,
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| not a chain
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| Went against the grain,
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| left Maine on a plane
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking-
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| Came in the game with a brain, not a chain
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking name!
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| I was the broseph looking toasted like a pop-tart
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| Slumming in a Sox hat, who turned in a pop star
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| Whoops! |
| Kept a couple thousand in the sock drawer
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| Lit up like a cop car, smoked it all, bought more
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| Look pal, I’ve been preposterously dank, ridiculously dope
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| Maybe monstrously lame but meticulously flow, come and get a whiff of Spose
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| Smells like Wells, Maine, nights up in the cove
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| I’m not a fighter, just a writer, put the lighter to the bowl!
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| Always knew that it was do or die
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| I’m doing work while you’re hanging like a suicide
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| I just Googled the meaning of annuitize
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| Which stupid guys' rhymes you bumped in lieu of mine?!
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| Who am I? |
| Spose, motherfucker!
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| P. Dank to the top like a fat kid to supper
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| So tell your brother’s mother, «Ain't shit changed»
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| Same since the fame, still, sexy as John McCain
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| Since I-
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| Came in the game with a brain, not a chain
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| Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking-
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| Came in the game with a brain, not a chain
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking name!
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| Fuck your Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
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| We’ll be smashing in the fender, take a blender to your Fendi
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| Yelling obscenities in the mezzanine, P. Dank
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| Defenders of the peasantry, who surprised pleasantly
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| Guys who thought rap was crack, gats and Hennessy
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| So yeah, Bethany, you can put your ass away
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| Quick like Nestle, I acquired accolades
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| Stripes like a referee, I earned 'em ‘cause I had to say
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| What I really had instead of brags
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| They’re yelling, «No you’re not, dude don’t lie!» |
| when I pass
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| 7 million YouTube views in the bag
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| Cop had me stopped just to get my autograph
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| But they still don’t respect me, I’m as sexy as a scab
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| You could grovel for the models, you could wallow for the cash
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| Fuck that, learn facts till you need a bigger hat
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| So, yeah, mane, we’re not the same
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| If you’re unbejewled then tell your mom, «P. |
| Dank»
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| So we-
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| Came in the game with a brain, not a chain
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| Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking-
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| Came in the game with a brain, not a chain
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| Sunny days came and I made it through the rain
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| Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane
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| Proclaimed I would attain till the day they know my motherfucking name!
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| You know it’s Groves, the flow’s so tight
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| Shout-out to Spose, man, I owe him my life
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| And I remember back when he told me, «Keep rappin' «Look at all that happened since «John Madden»
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| In Salt Lake when he signed the deal
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| Then I packed up my bags, got behind the wheel
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| Hear my tires squeal, away we go
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| And on the way home, who’s on the radio?
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| (Motherfucker, I’m awesome)
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| Welcome to the music life
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| With the Jet Blue flights and on the news at night
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| When it comes to picking cards, gotta choose 'em right
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| Because this music life is an amusement ride
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| Ever since a kid, yo, the flows were mean
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| Big dreams, whenever me and Spose convened
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| We were plotting on our way to expose the scene
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| And now we on the road, two shows a week
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| I would sit in the studio and roll that weed
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| And write to a beat till I go to sleep
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| It’s the M to the A to the I-N-E
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| More pine trees further than that I can see, yeah
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| I’m that rap guy coming through your Cat-5
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| P. Dank baby, triple clap when we slap five
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| Remember back when rap was a pass time?
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| Now we pack heads every time we rap live
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| Late night writing down a song
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| Got the proudest mom when the crowd respond
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| And we trying to make it large, coming from a small town
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| P. Dank in the building until it falls down
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| Bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brain Not A Chain, artist - Spose. Album song The Audacity!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп