| I sing the BLUES in the hull of a ship
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| Beneath the sting of a slavemaster’s whip
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| I sing the BLUES on a ship anchored to dock
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| My family being sold on a slave block
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| I sing the BLUES being torn from my first born
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| And hung my head and cried
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| When my wife took his life
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| And then commited suicide
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| I sing the BLUES on a slavemaster’s plantation
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| Helpin him build his free nation
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| I sing the BLUES in the cotton field
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| Hustlin to make the daily yield
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| I sing the BLUES when he forced my woman to bed
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| Lawd KNOWS how I wish he was dead
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| I sing the BLUES on the run.
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| {It-it-it, it takes, it-it ta-it
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| It takes.} solitude, to contemplate a dope rhyme
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| Drop the bass as I go for mine
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| 13, and I’m chillin with the X Man
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| I choose to spews the blues, so you can understand
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| I’m harder than the steel forged in a hot fire
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| The Prince of Power, the ink of desire
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| Engagin Andreas in the muck or the mire
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| I got a storm — and she is a live one
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| Singin in the background, promisin the stars the moon
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| And the sun sayin, «Dre' I got a new life
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| And I’ve just begun, a rerun might be fun»
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| Now I play to win the game, to be put on
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| This is what, gives me the blues, word is bond
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| So now I’m gone.
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| Now, it’s the blues, so don’t snooze, check out how I kick it
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| A def beat that’s dope wild and wicked
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| A mad brother, that is God gifted
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| So tell me why am I another statistic
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| Payin all my bills and still bein evicted
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| Slum lord brought a rate height and I ripped it
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| Broken lights, and no hot water
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| You got nerve in here, beggin for a quarter
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| Burn this bitch down, is what I oughta do
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| And that’s comin from the workin man’s point of view
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| The first of the month and all my bills are due
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| I pay the light bill and pay the phone bill do
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| Because if I don’t, my po' ass is through
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| My po' ass is through
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| I got a job — workin and smirkin for Apartheid County
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| It takes two weeks to step collect my bounty
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| And damn, I can’t believe the way they tax me
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| A third of my pay G? |
| Exactly!
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| Yeah they think they got me, sweatin for a paycheck
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| Hearin my boss riff with empty threats
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| But I don’t worry, and I don’t fret
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| Just daydream about regrets
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| Would I do it all over again? |
| No words
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| Cause workin everyday, and still bein broke.
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| . |
| is strictly to the curb!
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| Now my girl, I tell her that I love her
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| She says if you do, you must suffer — SUCKA
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| So she moves in with another — brother
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| Claimin to me, she needs two lovers
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| One for the sex, and one for the money
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| You know which one I was, but not to be funny
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| Let me tell you all about this sourpuss honey
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| Was she slick, and was she crummy
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| Cause I believed her when she said she loved me
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| Oh boy, what a dummy
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| Because behind the back, everyone ain’t true
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| You see I live with someone, and scummy does too
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| She said, «It's good for me. |
| if it’s good for you»
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| I sing the BLUES in church on Sunday
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| Slavin on Monday, misused on Tuesday
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| Abused on Wednesday, accuased on Thursday
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| Fried alive on Friday, and died on Saturday
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| Sho' nuff singin the blues
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| I sing the BLUES that a sucka thought we couldn’t bring
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| I tell him sho' nuff the blues is my thing
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| I sing the backwater BLUES, rhythm and BLUES
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| Gospel BLUES, St. Louis BLUES, North Carolina BLUES
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| Chicago BLUES, Mississippi god-DAMN BLUES
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| The Watts BLUES, Harlem BLUES, ?? |
| BLUES
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| Gut-funky BLUES, funky chunky BLUES
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| I sing the up North cigarette cough BLUES
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| The down South strung out the side of my mouth BLUES
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| I sing the BLUES black
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| I sing the BLUES blacker
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| I sing the BLUES blackest. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Blues , by - Terminator X. Song from the album Terminator X & The Valley Of The Jeep Beets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп