| The induction of Paris green leaves
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| What you see with no seams or so it seems
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| And as it stands it seems that I never land
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| I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand
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| Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry
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| The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry
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| They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own Infiltrate fortune five
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| watch them clone their own
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| I’ve been blown out of proportion or so it’s been discussed
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| I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust
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| Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush
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| Attendance to his session breaks parameters set
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| Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent
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| I’m a bad man
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| baseball battin' your brains like Bam-Bam
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| Ask me if I give a damn
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| Never that I’m putting mc’s on front street
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| My techniques complete when I compete
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| I’m knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat Getting rich I focus
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| on strength and never switch
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| Plus I’m throwing lyrical flames here’s the pitch
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| You could end up in a ditch that’s already been dug
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| I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs
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| I’m pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine
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| I’m up front when most kids they play the backline
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| Life is real you know how I feel
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| Even when just taking a walk I got a weapon concealed
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| For protection you can’t get with this connection
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| With no direction I’m free form flexin'
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| Watch your back I do my thing without a question
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| Now that I’m fully assembled
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| I’m not likely to be resembled
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| Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply The slugs to load
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| runners
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| I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner
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| Dropping from cloud cover
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| Some who write blood letters are truly bad men
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| it’s in my best interest to keep them on the other end
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| Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten
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| Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind
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| My sentiments exactly watch me react
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| You better take a step back or that head will get cracked
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| Wide open now it’s Mad Child your scoping
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| I’m hoping to make a couple of mill
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| Cause once I flip it’s rest in peace I kill
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| I feast at will, a beast that’s been branded
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| I fire at random and you can’t stand it
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| Cause once I start swinging these fists I’m heavy handed
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| yo we throwing heat puttin' mc’s on front street
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| turn the volume up a notch we pump beats
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| for throwing heat putting mc’s on front street
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| you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Front Street , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Balance Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп