| Everybody want a revolution
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| With no execution their attempt is fruitless
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| Tainted souls Their necks wrapped in nooses
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| Steady acting foolish fucking tracks are stupid
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| I put on for them sacred souls
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| And on my breaking point my nigga breaking joints
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| Because the government they only disappoint
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| With Sarge Ayu unite us like a joint
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| Holy ligaments mighty filaments
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| Spitting difference so the world can listen
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| Souls I’m lifting from the songs I’ve written
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| From the dark they drifting now they I’m missing
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| Rap is exactly what they talking about
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| We fucking trump them out then we walk it out
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| It’s nothing
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| Geppetto leg on this string they play like puppets
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| I never hang with the same and fake like Muppets
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| Back on the road nigga packing these shows
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| I was dark in the past but the past made me grow
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| Now my sanity glow with my patented flows
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| And they draggin' my soul but my heart made me whole
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| Leading off a new revolution
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| Pick your poison either way you lose it
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| Beastcoast we the chosen shooters
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| Which side you on you better get to choosing
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| Word to the Flatbush Zombies I Palm Trees
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| Then I calmly go spastic on these dark beats
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| To your posse when I rock me
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| When I talk heat bring fire to my dreams
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| Golden souls is free can’t cross me nigga had no pot to pee
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| Now I pee green, spittin' holy prophecy the skies in the scene
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| World democracy lying through they teeth
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| Fuck the game they all walk the same I pave my own lane
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| through the sun rays, sipping Bombay, flow can’t be tamed
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| My nigga pardon me
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| Kemetic tactics to spread the message
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| Keep me blessed as I sit through lessons
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| Guarded hearts, no Smith n' Wesson, just fire souls
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| Who the fuck they testin? |
| (Heh)
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| Who the fuck they testin?
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| They don’t really care about us
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| that’s how we end up in the cuffs
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| Steady witness the light like Phoenix rising from the dust
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| Everything got a price you got to do it for the love motherfucker
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| Medicated lungs to the elevated young
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| To a better state,
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| Ain’t no future in the slums cause we used to shooting guns
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| hitting with the music from the sun
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| I’m a dream chaser leave your faith in manger
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| You gotta leave money behind stay in your lane bro
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| Steady, big timin' and puffin potent strains up
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| Open up your mind fuck being famous
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| Fuck getting paid if you ain’t got no brain
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| No heart, no goal, no soul, no name
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| Kick hard flows then the promo came
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| fade away with a j I’m a stone cold king
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| But there’s so much to obtain
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| Like a kid’s first steps I crept up in the game
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| Watch a nigga progress finesse and bring change
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| With an Indigo second test or get slain
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| Middle finger to the Feds screaming motherfuck the cops
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| Young Ak like young Pac same vision different plot
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| Puff pot till lungs drop
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| I’m noxious why you dreaming cause I’m sitting at the top bitch
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| How you gon stop this third eye conscious
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| Like a tai chi make one move and hit the concrete
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| Y’all raise fools I raise armies
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| Sacred jewels keep me from harm me
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| Pay my dues to the beyond me
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| Serpents lurking like a
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| Spot me burning like a marley
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| Hoped the ring and started bombing
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| Crown the king now call me Kami, darling!
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| Know my principles no spliffs to roll
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| You’re invisible, it’s that simple fool
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| Whole team rolling crop, that’s literal
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| When this shit drop, push me to my pinnacle
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| Living legend ain’t a limit homie I ain’t gone yet
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| Spreading knowledge through the rhythm and my karma is the check
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| When the sky falls down it’s time to reflect
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| Was your life worth living were you God in the flesh?
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| Who the fuck they testin? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Radiance, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп