| Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Yeah, we on fire
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| We gotta call the fire department
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| Let’s go
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| I don’t know why people try to be live when they not
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| I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
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| Yo, I know you like that
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| You like that!
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| Yeah, yeah
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| There’s an E! |
| True Hollywood Story for the pluckin' it’s ripe
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| How cats is stuck in purgatory for life
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| Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight
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| They in the dark swingin' right to left
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| Clingin' to the little bit of light that’s left
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| And can’t escape the room, you can’t escape the tomb
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| You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom
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| That make the whole world earthquake, shake, and move
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| The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food
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| You can’t come close like an order of protection
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| That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention
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| Slaughter anybody testin' my callin', my profession
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| Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson
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| A demonstration of takin' it all the way home
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| While you stuck at first base and
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| It’s like havin' relations without the penetration
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| Basically doin' nathin'
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| You a waste of space and time
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| Always chasin' mine is how you lost your place in line
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| I don’t know why people try to be live when they not
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| I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
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| We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out
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| Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out
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| I don’t know why people try to be live when they not
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| I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot
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| Yeah, free the radio population
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| Kweli and Doom the 1−2, the combination
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| Let’s go
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| About time you heard a rhyme flow with DOOM and Kweli
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| To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali
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| Versus Potsie cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table
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| Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label
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| Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable
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| Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fables
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| Children, come sit, gather
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| Face the rapid fire of the super slap shit outta liar
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| The end
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| Villain, the champ tramp
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| Flowin' since they had him holdin' ??? |
| at the Kuumba camp
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| He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt
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| And a little bit of her blue spit
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| She told him you so stupid
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| Wiped it off, got dressed and left
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| Everybody instigating, not just the ref
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| We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground, rocks out
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| Live with the worst sound, first round knock out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fly That Knot , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп