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| I’m a motherfucking derelict, nigga, títere malo
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| He fuck with Easy, he get a hollow
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| Show no remorse, please tell him I don’t
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| Give a fuck about you, eat dick and swallow
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| Better put them on ST. |
| we are
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| A bunch of mon-S-T-E-Rs
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| Run up on you all, let three squeeze off
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| Draw blood like a phlebotomist when I clap mine
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| Your life, that’s synonymous with your rap lies
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| You called a snitch on anonymous rap lines
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| Y’all know just what time it is when I rap I’m
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| Goin' down as one of the best that did it
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| Wanna go rhyme for rhyme, I brought some rounds
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| This ain’t no merry-go, I don’t horse around
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| Easy will slaughter clowns, funny how the rap game
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| In a drought when it’s so watered down
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| I’m a derelict peace to my cousin Derek in the bing
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| He go and said it heroin sellin' adrenaline
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| I’m Einstein with the rhyme, Bonnie and Clyde
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| Me and my fine mami will ride, show me a sign
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| Getting money and I’m on it, distorting these rappers, flaunting this
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| It’s more than a vick I’m plotting I’m robbing the whole economy
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| I step into the booth I turn it into a sauna
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| I’m chilling in the Bahamas you chilling in your pajamas, b
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| Hickory dock hot nickels will pop
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| I’m on tour with front doc and go on selling the rock
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| I’m the same old Term, quarter water trying to roll up
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| Better hold up if you want to talk shit 'bout we
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| I’m history and I get more gs than the average rapper
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| Will ever get or see. |
| Unfortunately for you, I’m going to stick around
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| Keep my weed bright green, but I keep my liquor brown
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| Yo I’m a derelict, definite rhyme specialist
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| Rap’s still in a deficit unless you mention my syndicates
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| Speaking through raw epilogue Easy, Term, see to earn
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| Leapfrog, it’s your turn, jump on in
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| Buzz on them, in, bust your gun
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| I clench my pen, kill the masses with the paragraphs
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| Us go in. Y’all just burst my thoughts cursed
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| Bar first, guzzle, bartender hustle hustle
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| Trying to keep it authenticious slaying the towns style
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| Brain in the clouds now my wildstyle
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| Fab Five Freddyish, ready set get your green on
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| Your clock HNIC, someone to lean on
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| Fuck the thuggery you mean mothery
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| See the team’s strong the Bean gone star gazing be long
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| On your radio slates for eons but these pawns
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| To the system’s hating, kill them all for violating
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| I am like a derelict, they should put my squad in a group home
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| Get your dude low in the I’m dealing out
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| Death for free, you can get a homicide coupon
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| Make your heart collapse, let me break you a few bones
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| Compound fracture, poke through the skin
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| Let my nigga poke your girl while I’m poking her friend
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| I’m a motherfucking sin, I ain’t sacrilegious
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| My life consists of rap, drug deals, and clapping biscuits
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| Shot down like a shorty when you ask for digits
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| I’ll tell you know that you’re wack, I am that realistic
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| So you could save the time and save the trees
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| Cause most of this paper is wasted on these fake MCs
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| They hate indeed, instead of spending every day hating me
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| They should go home and make a beat
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| Or write a hot verse, but I guess they’d rather get shot first
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| So maybe they just really forgot how being hot works |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Derelict , by - Termanology. Song from the album S.T.R.E.E.T.: Speakin' Thru Real Experience Every Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп