| Life is only what you make it
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| You can take it and waste it
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| Or take reality and face it
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| Your words shall always remain sacred
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| Snake shit will get your face hit
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| Harder than Statik makes the base get
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| They spit of basic necessities and accessories
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| My destiny is taking complexity to the next degree
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| Insurrector, that’s the world I am
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| Methodical master plan never heard by man
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| I’m immaculate
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| I’ll be a spectacular copper killer
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| ‘Cause I can peel a cap quick and accurate
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| From under my mom’s skit to the dirt
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| I’ll put in that hard work
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| Have you ever seen my concert jerk?
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| Your life a game
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| You’ll kill yourself in the replay
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| My terminology is long as Philadelphia’s freeway
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| Who him? |
| He’s gay
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| He should direct traffic
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| Fuck that DJ
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| I’mma select Statik
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| Ayo
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| Life is what you make it up
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| Put the razor to the plate
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| And chop the cocaine into little pieces
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| I’m bag on ace cause it help unleashing the pain
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| That we faced with so I’mma make 'em extra rocky beige brolic
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| Fish scale, I got it
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| In love with narcotics
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| You might as well give me your wallet
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| I got the product that turn a nun into a raging alcoholic
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| Slash fiend, caffeine, morphine, codeine
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| Excedrin all in the dreams
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| Neighborhood pharmacy
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| No prescription need it
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| For pitchin' to anybody with digits
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| Cause life is how we live it
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| So who am I to say you can be getting high today?
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| It’s a Friday, you know a hood holiday
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| No Ice Cube
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| Henny, no ice cubes
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| And yes I like food
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| So I’m sell white too
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| Philly Freezer and Sai-gitty
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| Understand the strideets, said they’d go ride with me
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| Statik spark the lah with me
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| Statik spark it I get it choppin', I’m David Crockett
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| Make the profits, stim pack package and corner the market
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| Hit the target and dismiss all this nonsense and chaos
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| We can’t delay y’all I gotta live you with something to rock with
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| Flow awkward
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| There is no countin'
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| Haters no like so they pray he no drop it
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| Nigga sneak diss and no comment
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| Honest
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| When I see you there is no holds barred no conscious
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| Backpackers like him cause they say he rhyme conscious
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| Sickness him with the flow no nonsense
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| Sickness with the doe no sponsors
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| And he’s handsome like his fore fathers
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| Stroke and leave your hoe unconscious
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| This is my own, there can be only one don here
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| Rosh clot you’ll get left behind here
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| Shots fly
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| Blast lay you on your backside tough guy
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| Just for gettin' outta line here
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| Yeah, it’s Free, Statik Selek, Term and Saigon
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| Bitches use my pictures for they icon
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| And they wish they could be my passenger
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| Just came back from Africa
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| The motherland where all the fans look like Akon
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| And they wanted me to stay long
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| They was screamin' «Kumbay yay! |
| Freeway spit napalm»
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| And he representin' all day long
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| I’ll do it for the hood
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| The music too good for y’all to hate on
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| Wake up baby
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| The sun is in our face |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Is What You Make It , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album 1982, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп