| Original chucks on. |
| Laced up like I’m taking them on a run.
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| They’re begging me not to kill it I tell em' I’m havin' fun
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| They’re asking me how I do it, I tell them get on the rail
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| Meaning get on your grind. |
| I’m ready now what is the deal.
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| My size 11's skate on the surface like hovercrafts
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| A superhero you think that I was a Thundercat
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| I run with villains cuz my village calling me son of Sam.
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| Simply cause when I come around they st-st-st- stuttering
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| My body’s tatted they say I look like graffiti
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| That’s why I be on the roll these regulars try to read me
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| The way that people be staring you’d think that I was a TV
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| But when it comes to the haters, I cannot see them like Stevie
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| But I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense
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| My competition ain’t worth nothin' like 6 cents
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| Misfit, I swear I’m sick s***,
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| you’d think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
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| Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all of these
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| fools like pancakes and snacks
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| Whoever thought that I wouldn’t be damaging the tracks
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| wall pulling their own leg like hamstrings and calves
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| I am the only great white
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| Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
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| and chucks are always the classics, look like I’m in the past
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| Turn the noise up
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| 100 words and runnin'
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| turn the noise up
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| what’d I tell these people
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| turn the noise up
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| transformer tatted on my arm like a droid. |
| YUP!
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| I am the only great white
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| Anytime’s my time, any day’s grind time
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| no chain needed, I am just a star, Kells
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| Turn the noise up
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| 100 words and runnin' turn the noise up
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| What’d I tell these people
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| Turn the noise up
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| Best rapper alive, who? |
| Kells, Kells
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| Uh, I’m so beyond my time, the Michael Angelo of the second millennium
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| I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
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| My rap’s braille the way the people be feelin' 'em
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| Midwest all the way to other side of the Meridian
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| Back, back EST is in the spot now
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| We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now
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| The types of dudes that’ll make ya mouth drop down
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| Faces looking twisted like we guzzlin' Ciroc down
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| We’re just city slickers in search of them bigger figures
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| This is more than a game my business isn’t a scrimmage
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| And I be with the sickest cause I’m trying to be the
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| illest with them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis
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| Pow, Pow
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| I’m in the cut like alcohol in the wound
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| But I’m tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon
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| Focused on killing tracks like I’m rapping them from the tomb
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| R.I.P. |
| to this instrumental lighters up for the tunes
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| Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on
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| Which means every day I wake up and put my city on
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| Cleveland we ready just turn the MIDI on
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| Kid Kells, feeling like a million gone
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| I am the only great white
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| Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
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| and chucks are always the classics, look like I’m in the past
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| Turn the noise up
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| 100 words and runnin'
|
| turn the noise up
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| what’d I tell these people
|
| turn the noise up
|
| transformer tatted on my arm like a droid. |
| YUP!
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| I am the only great white
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| Anytime’s my time, any day’s grind time
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| no chain needed, I am just a star, Kells
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| Turn the noise up
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| 100 words and runnin' turn the noise up
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| What’d I tell these people
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| Turn the noise up
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| Best rapper alive, who? |
| Kells, Kells |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beauty of the Unhidden Heart , by - Sister Crayon. Song from the album Love Death Immortality (Remixes), in the genre