| The way that momma raised us was pure faith
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| So Diablo wouldn’t faze us or daze us
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| Or lay us down to sleep
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| Know the wolf from the sheep
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| Or the sheep who cried wolf
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| And threw the deadly hoof
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| While the wolf was asleep
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| I keep my mind a ghost
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| Follow my heart the most
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| Don’t play fools too closely
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| Put my eyes at post
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| So Diablo won’t be hostin' the game of life
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| The knife sits by throats of the young
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| And blows death straight through the lungs
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| As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
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| But we shall overcome 'cause we ain’t dumb
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| But we ain’t smart, they got the girls by the hearts
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| And the niggas by the nuts
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| Ear, tongue and butts
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| Yeah, they’re trying to fuck us up
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| But, shit, you know what’s up
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| We gotta come with the movement and move men soon
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| They consume every womb who bares
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| Beneath the stairs of their doom
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| Before they let a new soul bloom
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| Best believe they’re gonna shove 'em in a tomb
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| See, every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| (*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation»)
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| Early Saturday mornin' I was cartoon gazin'
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| Slowly broke into the kitchen
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| To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
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| As I ran up and down the TV stations
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| I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation
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| By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened
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| Everything’s the same, the game continued into rappin'
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| Deception is at an all-time high
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| Give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
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| But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
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| Even though it is my soul that I do not even own
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| You know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
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| Even though it is my soul that I do not even own
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| 'Cause every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| I was po', black, broke beyond a shadow of a doubt
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| Ass-out, wide open waitin' for my shit to come on out
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| Speakin' about the time before I got signed
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| I was coolin' behind Coolio in the County Line
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| My big brother used to say I was an asshole
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| Didn’t graduate, couldn’t handle the hassle
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| Of high school, why fool
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| Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
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| Fuck the cap and tassels
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| Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
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| Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2−4-2
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| Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at SCU
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| I grab the MIC one-time, check it, 1−2, we in
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| Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
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| Takin' shit to the next level
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| Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil
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| 'Cause every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| Every time I step to the microphone
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| I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don’t even own
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| (*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation»)
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| Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh, Self Jupiter
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| You know what I’m sayin', locked up and shit
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| This goin' out to you, baby
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| Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94
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| Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out,
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| check it out, check it out…
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| (*scratched* «My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation») |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Soul, artist - The Pharcyde. Album song Labcabincalifornia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп