| I know, we back
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| We home, let’s go
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| I know, we back
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| We home, let’s go!
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| Check it out
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| Born this way
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| The universe wasn’t formed in a day
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| Praise the Lord and pray
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| We the children of God, better learn how to walk this way
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| Try to walk with faith but it’s hard, what more could I say?
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| I feel I’m cursed so I talk this way
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| Gotta write what I’m livin' in graffiti
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| It’s the hood hieroglyphics so I’m lookin' for a wall to spray
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| You could picture me rollin', you could picture me holdin'
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| You could never picture me foldin'
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| Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
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| Kiss my entire colon
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| Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen
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| It’s all for the silver and gold
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| You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road
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| Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old
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| Which one is the real you? |
| I don’t know, it’s still you
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| How can I tell if you under a spell? |
| Did the fake you kill you?
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| Better pass the mic in the afterlife
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| If so, let me spit flows, good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice
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| Born again like I passed away, castigated for being honest
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| Caught bail like a castaway, cause I feel like I’m swimmin' on an island
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| When I’m gettin' introspective: that’s radio silence
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| When I’m fuckin' up program directives: that’s radio violence
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| You were the one who wants to slow me down
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| I’m a criminal when you’re around
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| What makes me think you would love me?
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| What makes you want to unplug me?
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| Born this way, woke up like this
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| The midpoint between science and religion
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| Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is
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| October 3rd, '75, my birth is a blessing
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| Ain’t no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better
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| I live on the edge, I’ll send you a postcard
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| Fuck a phone, I got a chip on my neck that’s a close call
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| Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark
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| Or we growin' apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah’s Ark
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| We battin' down the hatchets and we set sail
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| Tryna get far away from inhalin' them chemtrails
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| My intel says they makin' people out of the stem cells
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| The gun’s our sunflower seed, we love to spit shells
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| When them super soakers get let off, it don’t end well
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| «I ain’t know you like to get wet, dawg», like Denzel
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| They hype it up like marketers, sparklin' like a fish scale
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| 'Til you chasin' a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale
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| It’s criminal
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| You were the one who wants to slow me down
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| I’m a criminal when you’re around
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| What makes me think you would love me?
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| What makes you want to unplug me?
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| Born this way, Capricorn, L.A. on the day of January 15
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| Dr. King, his dream torn from a warm womb formed from the clay, existing
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| Shifting from the essence, uplifting in the presence, just drifting, gifting
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| Through this mortal coil, with mystic lessons from the sage
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| California spoiled a blessing, blissed up, my first breath in outer space
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| I kissed death in the face, no identity complex, it gets left in its place
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| I’m proud to say, no aborted torment to my rejection
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| Miffed, dismayed and somewhat befuddled
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| I struggled to hustle and come up when the blood corpuscle boils
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| I’m pressin' issues, it’s business that’s mixed with pleasure
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| It’s plizness to play and get paid during this clone war for DNA
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| You should know more about the donors confessing my doula from prenatal
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| I’m off fire, water, elixir of liquor with soft or hardcore drugs in my system
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| Sicker desire to be delivered wisdom, pour black, white sexy texture of lovers
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| Like jungle fever, wild zebras to make this fetus, brother
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| The son of my father, I want to hear my one Shawki and my daughter Aja
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| Lecture selections in musical meters in physics, you should explore and visit
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| more
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| Exquisite shores and districts, take a breather
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| Believe in your epic eye memory, you are descendant of natural leaders
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| Extended from before the Nephilim, Bethlehem, even Eden
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| And new testaments, Heaven-sent, energy, books, messages read them
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| Scriptures, look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures
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| Stonehenge endured the mathematics of Mayans and megalithic structures
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| Evidence frequencies Vedas, we’re just the latest reproduction
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| Created out of pure star dust and made in his image but God is greatest! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radio Silence, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Radio Silence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп