| Dang, this here I found a new beginning
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| Teaching the to make my some fresh linen
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| Still stripling, head spinning like a cobra with his teeth missing
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| I came drinking what they’re sipping
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| You can get the Hateorade, the bishop piss
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| Cuz no-one listens with all of that green light low omissions
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| Here’s a new edition, something no hesitations
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| All you see is flashin' lights like interrogations
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| Bad presentation, every word’s a revelation
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| Don’t hold samples, hold and leave reservation
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| Fuck with us like fornication
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| But on a bus like an urchin on its penetration
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| Treat a sample like a mommy’s preservation
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| You neva had heart, you’re just racing, need a machine to put the pace in
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| Neva know who’s got yo back, like a mason
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| Stick the tracks like the dog just booed his legging
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| Burn our connections inna yo infection
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| Cannibal’s collections from paranoid reflections
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| Took classes they would see in a dream
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| Woke up and found the knowledge in apology stream
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| I’m an untrained animal, a Bill Adana of the manual
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| But keep droppin' it like my hands are full
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| Something’s watchin', but is it followin'?
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| Case on the table, is it my name to honor it?
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| But keep maneuverin', I keep it smoother than the average type hooligan
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| Didn’t need but elude my pen
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| Elude my friends, that’s my high focus
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| Called a doctor, this shit is sick, betta grow the dosage
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| Comatosed kids when the firm kicks back
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| Girls pop 'em out so fast, they get tit lash
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| Too many crip rack, bring Sit Rick back
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| We’ll sing rest in peace to the artists that switch rats
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| My profession’s mic murdering
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| Approach from all angles, I’m climbin' out of all furnishings
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| See the cops, then I’m swervin' 'em
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| Free pork chops, nothing but neck I’m servin' em
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| The queens said I’m burning them
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| I’m livin' proof you get yo dreams if you work for 'em
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| I lost memories I’ve found, I’m writing verse fo' em
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| Pissy gift now a curse when I is turbulent
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| When lies occur, protect yo chest like yo sternum does
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| Sloppy with the flow, yeah, you know it’s so permanent
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| Operculate where the stench of pain permeates
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| My words are straight out of the curves of a girl I date
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| Four hours, stay mwoffed (?!), like a burglar’s face
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| Flying so high, we found rap at the pearly gates
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| Now with a sound that gives the opposite a breakdown
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| Real recognize real, the skill will take the fakes out
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| Life with unleashed piper tongue teets
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| Tie yo tongue around yo neck, man, I’m climbin' up beats
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| The mountaneer, now it’s clear, a new cycle
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| Pedaling fast, then messing with bars, survival
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| Terror to the eyeballs, effective to the brain
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| Blood sweat and tears smear over the terrain
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| It’s the part less traveled, the front is unraveling
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| The fabric disappears, now it’s just the hollow mannequins
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| Standing in the wilderness, bewildered by the silence
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| Unforgivin' pain hit 'em deep like a sniper
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| Take yo best shot, fuck 'em up when I get on mobile
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| Like the virus on yo desktop
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| I’m pickin' words like the best quotes
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| Stress not while you see being sent off
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| The rap got bigger and I’m still singin' F the critics
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| Been down for years and I’m still gettin' betta with it
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| Biatch! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rice Torture , by - The Four Owls. Song from the album Natural Order, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп