| Heed the battle call, check the catalog
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| Flow so crazy it’s adderall with the padded walls
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| More twisted turns in the body that’s on the baddest broad
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| These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more
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| Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store
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| You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more
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| No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth
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| Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son
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| You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk
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| Waving the K, I can’t fake the funk
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| Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth
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| Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals
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| You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone
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| The automatic laying player, we Dons
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| You can’t see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons
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| Split your wig like I got three arms
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| I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé, I know my vision beyond
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| Some other shit, I’m just as meaty as moms
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| I’m supposed to be on, the greenery gone, I’m still the king of the drama
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| Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson nigga
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| Way they all in their feelings, what’s wrong with niggas
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| Forgetting silence is still a response
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| The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist
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| I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed
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| We gon' Lex in, my nigga, these are blessings, my nigga
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| Keep stressing, my nigga, don’t stress, little nigga
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| Eat a clip, little nigga, niggas trip, little nigga
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| Violations we gon' flip, little nigga
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| We gon' Lex in, my nigga, these are blessings, my nigga
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| Keep stressing, my nigga, don’t stress, little nigga
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| Eat a clip, little nigga, niggas trip, little nigga
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| Violations we gon' flip, little nigga
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| It’s the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe
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| The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole
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| We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota
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| I’m trying to get the check, I’m Martina Navratilova
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| Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga
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| They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over
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| My niggas keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda
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| These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga
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| Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture
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| A result of division like it’s a decimal quotient
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| Do the math, my nigga, do the math
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| You’d never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half
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| Ayo, rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip
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| I’m so amazing with words I make a baby spit
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| Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette
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| Giraffe long goose on, my boots is
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| Pocket full of coins, producers on set
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| Niggas with the coupes is on next
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| The losers gon' step, the users gon' check
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| We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck
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| Refuse, that’s a debt, pool with the steps
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| Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs
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| Anything come through we school, wan' bet?
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| Fuck you gon' tell us? |
| He knew we on next
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| They wanna act like they know me, you don’t know me nigga
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| You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody nigga
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| You wanna swim with the sharks, I’m Chief Brody killin'
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| Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah
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| We gon' Lex in, my nigga, these are blessings, my nigga
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| Keep stressing, my nigga, don’t stress, little nigga
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| Eat a clip, little nigga, niggas trip, little nigga
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| Violations we gon' flip, little nigga
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| We gon' Lex in, my nigga, these are blessings, my nigga
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| Keep stressing, my nigga, don’t stress, little nigga
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| Eat a clip, little nigga, niggas trip, little nigga
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| Violations we gon' flip, little nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violations , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Gravitas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп