| You niggas couldn’t fuck with me, even on a bad trip on acid
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| Or psilocybin, some hashish could get disastrous
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| But foe or no-foe, don’t lose your soul indigo
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| There’s loopholes on the globe if you gold then they shown
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| A storm’s been predicted on your forecast
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| Rebirth the energy of earth when his tongue snaps
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| This is my turf, verse leave them with a swamp sack
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| Come to combat, I’m Rambo or Bojack
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| With a bat crack, your whole frame dissemble that
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| Always peace and love but know them thugs remember, uh
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| Tripping on them drugs when no one was like fuck a buzz
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| I’m in the astral of these capsules with cash flow
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| Like the last toke, I’m most appreciated
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| Most high, abbreviated, I’m God, IG
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| Ain’t signed on in five weeks, but still collide G’s like Siamese
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| 'So chill 'ma pleas and just fulfill my needs
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| Got a momma back at home the only women I need
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| Hoping that her son prosper so she finally free
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| In interviews they say I’m awkward but my flow gon' break the thermometer
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| So go ahead nigga monitor cause that’s where I’mma be at
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| Breeze past all the chit chat and look back, pockets is fatter
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| But that shit don’t even matter, I’m trying to climb up this ladder
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| Enlighten all of the masses, detach, living life backwards
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| So get your ass off that mattress, my task uplift the atlas
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| Fueled by prophecy and burning the best trees
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| I raised myself up nigga and my parents just help me
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| Now I’m a major threat to all these veteran MCs
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| Whose using two eyes nigga, but I told you I grip three
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| But use one in this game of life you need the rules son
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| Respect queen karma, you wondering, why you losing
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| 23 years old and I’m teaching a million students
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| And who would’ve thought to do it, I be murderous at this music
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| Point I’m proving, walking in a line you looking fucking stupid
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| She’s the Shepard, yeah you free but they watching all of your movements
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| Say you got a brain inside of your skull, let me see you prove it
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| Niggas thought they had a grip on the game 'til we tamed and swooped it
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| Issa Gold the prophet nigga bearing gold of soul
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| Holy flow got me rapping with AK across the globe
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| Killing shows bakery pockets, nigga that’s sacred dough
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| Making flow, seeing nigga got all the ducks in a row
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| Came through with the prophet topic, triple vision peep the options
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| Take my time before I drop it so a nigga reap the prophets
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| I’m a prophet I told y’all but some of these niggas think
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| I hate God, compare him to Adolf but I ain’t no retard
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| Oops, I dropped the 'R' bomb, they saying I’m more smart
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| These niggas living way off, talking about dreams but they don’t start
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| Lyrical Mozart, my angels playing gold harps
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| They aiming at your Danes heart and hope that we will make art |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Melody of the Free , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album The Lords of Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп