| Structured like a rock, impenetrable like a cinderblock
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| Imperialist we break down your whole nation
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| Set up bigger shop
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| He pulled out on a nigga
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| But like Killgrave made his weapon drop
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| I walked away and told him that his neck would be a better shot
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| Heard him pull the trigger
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| (That's a cold dead nigga)
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| Movin' pieces on the board
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| My chess game killer, Bobby Fischer
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| Used to serve right out the building
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| Smilin' while the feds take pictures
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| Birdman, rub my hands together
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| Laughing 'cause they never get us, and they never did
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| Like skimmin' through a book I’m dodging sentences
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| They search us but the gunman had connects to get the weapon in
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| Now where the CIA? |
| They need to kill another president
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| 'Cause watchin' Donald Trump feel like a episode of wrestlin'
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| (That's a cold ass killer)
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| Yeah I know my nigga
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| Michael Jackson grip a clip
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| See me moonwalkin' with the Thriller
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| (That's a old ass killer)
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| Yeah I know my nigga
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| I might print a couple bitches dripped in gold just sippin' liquor
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| I don’t understand your lingo
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| Need subtitles like a asian flick
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| He try to swing I hit him with that Eddie Guerrero Tekken kick
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| Sun inside my steps i change the weather when I’m walkin' in
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| I had to cut that chick, that sex was good but she too talkative
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| Sat me in the deposition room to prove my innocence
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| They tried to make me talk but plead the fifth and smoked they cigarettes
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| Told me get to snitchin', no I’d never get to live again
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| I told them get my lawyer and a copy of the testaments
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| Often I switch the other side like a Aston
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| Caution, you do not wanna cross him
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| He’s lost it
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| Pick a chick like eenie-miney-mo
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| She gon' toss it
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| Skinny nigga but I get up in her fix her posture
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| Hitler vision only thorough niggas on my roster
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| Yeah, I’m sinnin'
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| But my conscience spirit keep me guarded
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| I don’t get too caught up in the gimmicks
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| Like these artists
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| I just keep it pushin' go the hardest
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| Regardless
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| Independent G’s, we get lit by any means
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| Down a fifth of Hennessy
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| Beat her kitten like a thief
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| Ain’t no scrip' for my disease
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| When you resist it’s hard to breathe
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| Hear your song that shit was weak
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| Mumble rappers can’t compete
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| My pen elite, depend on me
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| Kill 'em faster while he sleep
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| Gon' need a pastor fuckin' with me
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| Gon' see a casket fuckin' with me
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| Your shit ain’t valid in the streets
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| Fuck done happened to the game?
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| This my ballad, no romantic
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| You’ve been beautifully slain
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| Told ma her beauty’s in her brain
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| She hit the floor and did her thang
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| I was brought up in the place
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| Something I always had to feign
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| Turn to Broly when I rage
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| OG catch me like some Saints
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| Took a
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| And it’s been 2k on the safe
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| Them new Ameri’s on the way
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| My leather soft I feel like Wayne
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| Like Lara Croft no empty tank
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| I set it off like I’m the queen
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| Bring your boss I’ll strip his rank
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| Took some losses
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| But we blossomed from the bottom where we came
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| Different worlds we ain’t the same
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| Lord |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Different Worlds, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Renaissance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп