| Niggas know the name call me Au
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| Don’t take that shit in vain like my prophet Jesus
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| I’m a new age nigga christ shit no news
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| I’m raising up indigos setting minds on the loose
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| Ain’t spitting no stupid shit in my lyrics straight truth
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| I’m painting the city right around making moves
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| I’m putting in work in overtime while they snooze
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| Been rapping a year but what it sound like to you?
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| A nigga been blessed since he came out the womb
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| Now the world blessed too cause I’m the influence
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| Tuned with the truth kick knowledge in the booth
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| And the streets with the Gs and real niggas salute
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| Shooting for the stars I landed on planet X
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| Never had a plan B I always knew I was next
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| Flex now them haters upset throw the checks
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| Cause I team full of architects
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| You know the world filled with haters man don’t worry 'bout em get lit
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| I made another song for them smoker dogs so proceed to spark up your shit
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| I dedicate this to the elevated send praises round to my kin
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| I put it down for them golden souls you know what I represent
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| Lords of the Bush fuck that broad if she stush
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| Meditate open eyes spit it all in the booth
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| Smoking on real strong might be foreign to you
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| Beastcoast live these bars, so we forward it to the youth
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| Rebirth of my soul my carcass anew
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| Only get the real thing, it’s like art when I spew
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| Niggas think I’m insane in they souls the refuse
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| Mind trapped like a slave then my songs they for you!
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| Staring at the world from a lens view
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| Cause I’m like a superhero
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| Spittin uplifting my fuckin' peers dude
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| Leading by example the only way you can fool
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| Mind full of data let it splatta' on the vacant booth
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| Fool they done try the gods we too sharp
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| Blind niggas couldn’t recognize the true art
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| I figured out the source resides within the heart
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| My niggas here to pesticide your buzz dog
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| Reppin up for the light you know them sparks unite when I write
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| Hop on my herb shuttle take flight
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| And spit that magic hittin the mic
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| Hol' Up, spitting straight facts til the dumb niggas listen
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| While the gods in town better repent for your sinning
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| With my Jason mask on cause we bout to make a killing
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| Using two eyes nigga then you ain’t really livin'!
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| Born in this world with a heart full of gold
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| Gold crown on my mind can’t tame my soul
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| Blow loud all the time change I know
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| Still keep it G like a fucking diamond do
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| Take a hit of weed see it from an astral view
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| As you tassel with demons, I fly past you
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| We coming at you don’t feel us then move
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| To a city full of liars cause we spitting that truth
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| Rolling up and floating up and I’m bout to smoke again
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| Blowing OG that potent green spark another up cause we win
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| Rest In Peace to my nigga STEEZ, don’t worry bout it get lit
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| Roll another up for my nigga dawg dedicate this one to the Prince |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N.A.S.A, artist - The Underachievers. Album song The Lords of Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп