| Yo, yo Guess it’s time to make 'em see that I’m an M. C Know cats that got bodied for holdin' heat like Vitamin D Thinking intricately, but ain’t trickin while he Doing things that he still can’t believe
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| Like being able to round up all of our friends
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| Take a trip out to France
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| Our record is getting spins on the air for the fans
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| They screaming out all our chants while we give them the chance
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| We’re sleeping with all the tryna get with the camp
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| Nobody had our back, no support like I was spineless
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| Everyone knows we cold, why wouldn’t they want to sign us?
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| P.E. |
| popping like Sudafed
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| Know your worth, get a law suit, then sue the feds
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| Buddha blessed
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| Pass the Buddha to my boo in Budapest
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| Some might say I do the beast
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| But I just say I do the best
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| That I can
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| All pray like a when I attack
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| Know that things is heating up if you see us in Advanced shining like spectacles
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| Compared to the path of light they just spectacles
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| Highly unquestionable
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| For the credit that’s past incredible
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| Can never settle for less when the ruler stays magnanimous
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| And plus we got a can of that Cannabis
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| Blazin to the ways when every third world
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| Couldn’t see active thinkin'
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| But this is a mental state that’s cross-linking
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| Thoughts swimming 'til these wavelengths mix in Uplifing and leave a local listing
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| Power vocal missing when the illminded start spittin'
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| With shots of a cannon
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| Even with the shots of a Canon
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| Ain’t no cropping out the illustrated passion
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| & whether they brainstorm, I’m overcastin'
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| Still over asking if this is a total ransom
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| Just to total mansions
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| I’m a eat like a New York nigga spose' to Flow like a New York nigga spose' to Drop heat so they could smoke to Then reexamine pretentious connotations thats askin'
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| & Ask em if a real nigga rappin
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| Flying over cities, I’m in plane sight
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| Steering from the pilot’s chair
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| I see a thousand islands
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| Dressed like an Italian
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| Rare medallion 'round my neck
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| Put the pieces of that puzzle in the order
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| & Make sure you see the portrait
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| I’ll assault if you try & judge my thoughts without exploring 'em
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| The operation taking place before your corneas
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| Consolidate any shattered fragments and figments
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| We some misfits, so We cannot cooperate with corporates who ain’t popular
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| I can see the plane through my binoculars
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| Chop us down
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| Now there’s heavy where helicopters was
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| You can never stop the gun
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| Once the bullet pops, become a target then
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| He’ll figure out the picture from a Tommy Gun
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| Steelo was a rebelist
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| Sorting out the rest of it for change
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| Obama is the 47th president
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| Stay a young alchemist
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| Gold is on my pallet
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| Got my palace when these shackles slip
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| It’s Nyck
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| Oh no we can’t be stopped
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| We gon' keep on doing it Like it’s the only chance we got
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| The only chance we got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CBS , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album The Cutting Room Floor 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп