| Ah ah ah ah
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| Everybody always claim they want change
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| But they’re so wrapped up inside the pain
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| Chilling in the sun while they stuck in the rain
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| Look at my generation, nigga what a shame
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| Stuck inside of the molly poppin'
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| Film and sexual content, we need to stop it
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| Instead of profits, we stuck with loss man
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| Instead of conscious, we stuck with nonsense
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| Remember them times, when they still be livin' lies
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| Me and AK changing lives
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| Since we wasn’t in our primes
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| But our truth to the skies, before the coast shine
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| Holding on mine, we plottin' on a rise
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| Tenacious with the crime, my vision super lies
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| Savior in the skies, I’m reading through signs
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| No waivers can demise
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| Just stop the cool drops
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| We savin' niggas lives
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| We teachin' them to shine
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| Soldier alike, now they all fall in line
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| Make up your mind, or get lost in the time
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| They can chill with pom poms
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| We the cream of the crop
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| Tell the heathen drop dom when they speakin' to God
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| Never needed an caught up a lie
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| Even that night, Issa got the clearance in sight
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| We ahead in the fight, while they’re tossing their knives
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| I get lost in the mic, 'til the show we go right
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| Fuck the stripe shit, my nation’s massive
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| Fill with passion, I paint the canvas
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| Niggas tragic, while we droppin' classics
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| I’m goin' savage, while more gets damaged
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| Started from a seed, see how awesome we blossom
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| I’m a warsong, go hard to save the lost ones
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| We the new law, think hard before you cross us
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| Cause we go hard before, we’re like some martians
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| When I get up
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| The sun goes down
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| If I never get it
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| Then it’ll come back around
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| All along I don’t belong
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| When you wake up I’ll be gone
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| We the new law, think hard before you cross us
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| Cause we go hard before, we’re like some martians
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| Wasn’t too long that I escape from the struggle From the rubble that the man
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| done placed on my color
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| From the rubber that the man done placed on my color
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| Cape wanna hover till the nations will suffer
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| Eighths to the face spark a jay every sun up
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| Throw the hatred away start embracing each other
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| Faking it won’t get you greatness my brother
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| Trust me you gotta be sucked free
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| My young G against all the odds you O.D. |
| becomes Z’d
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| Reflect your heart you are who you accompany
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| They hate us, why? |
| cause we, who they wanna be
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| But we all wanna meet the kids of the sun
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| Trapped with the knowledge from within like a gun
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| Stand up for your rights outsmart the system
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| Live large and get funds your job is never done
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| Guided by the light the darkness can shine
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| My past to overcome with blackness in my lung
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| Trapped with the culture act, I catapult ya
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| Ash you like roaches AK be the cobra
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| Fans like Ocean when they hear the flow spit
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| Similar to ocean, make your brain grow shit
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| Know how to roll you gotta stay focus
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| Weak minds can’t cope with all this commotion
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| Fake shit decoded make shit and blow piff
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| If you are the future then live in the moment
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| Seen in my glow a nigga been chosen
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| To free lost souls to slow bring in motion
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| Heal all globe my indigo is loading
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| Free your dome them shows gonna erode it
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| Came in this realm my purpose to bring change
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| Puff sour and feed brains as I release pain
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| Own your gold and bow we are all king
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| The power source is in your heart still lovin'
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| When I get up
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| The sun goes down
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| If I never get it
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| Then it’ll come back around
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| All along I don’t belong
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| When you wake up I’ll be gone
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| Own your gold and bow we are all king
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| The power start sing your heart still loving' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amorphous, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп