| This the part call it the beautiful love
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| Fit like a glove, was good, my people don’t think it’s good.
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| You know we should hold it like it’s the brunch submerged
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| But I just surf.
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| I’m running the universe
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| But the stars won’t fit in my balls, is too maggot
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| Is the food on my label, my plate is full of color.
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| I root it, I run to Vegas, share the moon with my neighbor,
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| Between the innovate like they like routine ginger bake it.
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| Move like the sun scrape, will give you five for the paper
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| Take you higher on the vapors.
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| Sign in the flavor, design of the keeper,
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| Executive executor direct with a new path.
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| Flight without navigator, now I’m a savior,
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| Now what would Jesus do? |
| How you believe in Him? |
| You don’t believe in you.
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| I’m the idea of the animal beat it over genie and the princes’s brought
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| inconcinavle.
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| These MCs is eatable, way edible,
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| I’m fishing way dynamite, now I got a freezer full of wrappers.
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| Back to the ten steps ahead of you,
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| Incredible, give credible a credit due.
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| Put passion in the action, mash it on the gas
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| When the mothers they be maxim
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| Accelerate, generate, power over pentamen,
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| Stimulate, you simulate, you do what I incinerate.
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| Do it for the inner place, musical we innovate
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| You imitate, your ferry full of holes so you ventilate.
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| Damn it, never gonna say they low but we’re on stage
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| Even if they don’t want quote and the haters interbreed.
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| Feels like shade, you know we’re feeling great,
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| Not a script that is ripped, this is an original spit.
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| Some unconventional gift who are we the turbulent
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| The mothers we heard it, the place, we deserving it.
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| I love songs, writing the right role,
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| Continue to fight on, I’m putting the gloves on.
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| Love hoes, loving this damn track, I’m loving the hand clap.
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| Loving it when you listen
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| Love will fix it’s dead ash for the simpson.
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| Living for the drums and the slums, some of the best part,
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| The tour never come when it gets dark.
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| So I’m on outerspace, they funny like they bout to make
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| Booking like we’re playing spades, yeah, we always fake to play.
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| I see to get a thing for last get it to the hate
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| Suck it free I’m in my space, say I’m hella this yet.
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| But if I get a soul in, streaking like a smart in,
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| Sunny in Dolores play parking.
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| Fly chicks sparkling, then we have to roll to the finish so I steady ol' hop in.
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| Hard life everywhere, tony I live with the risk,
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| Parallel we living it, howling on this business,
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| Everywhere we deeping this, and we gonna go speaking it,
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| Oh, it’s how you licky spit.
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| The great debate of this army that keep forsay
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| Of the outfit the old man they faking communicating
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| News junky I’m the one that admit the job creators
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| The part of the conversation that started the calculations.
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| The flow is a thing of beauty, I’m bringing it this minute,
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| Drinking it like a smoothie, spinning it like a soothie.
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| Rappers at the sect collecting it like a souvenir
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| Near they’re acting up and directing 'em like a movie script.
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| Drama, this an actual adventure,
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| This whole freaking sword should be against the law.
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| And we pretending.
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| And ow, I really need dimension.
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| This the high life, high life,
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| High life, high life.
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| We living the high life, high life,
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| High life, high life.
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| Yes, I’m living the high life, high life,
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| High life, high life.
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| Cause I’m living the high life, high life. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Life, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп