| Beastcoast, screaming loud and proud
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| Gonna answer mothafucker that’s the heinous crown
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| Smoking on some OG as I roll around
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| Better tred away nigga there’s some God’s in town
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| Get out of my face, see me on streets better go the other way
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| Nigga I ain’t trying to talk shit all day
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| About no gossip or your new wack tape
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| That gutter shit, that gutter shit
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| Beast coast nigga yeah you know we runnin things
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| Drop down when you see the gods in public
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| I’m high motherfucker stop talking shit
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| Stop talking shit, before you get bust nigga in your fucking lip
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| I ain’t playing no games
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| Known to bring sun in the mothafucking rain
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| Fuck what you want I got what you need
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| DMT, THC, nigga LSD, psychedelic renegade never afraid
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| Molly base
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| Spread her like a page straight off the NYT, NYC
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| Young kings living their dreams the pot steam
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| Tap in a higher being I brainfeed
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| Put your faith in me I got that ancient key
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| The knowledge, hieroglyphic columns and this nigga Kareem
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| Amen? |
| Memories of our god past
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| Blowin hash to bypass these lames lames with third eye patch
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| I breathe eternal (air), I’m the heir, nigga why I smell the fear, yeah
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| Lyrics tear through their frontier
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| Bask in the ambience of champions, I’m lightyears ahead of beast hype
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| Can’t compare to these heights
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| Cause my entity’s Christ
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| So remember me heavenly when a nigga take flight and ascend for eternity
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| That gutter shit, that gutter shit
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| Beast coast nigga yeah you know we runnin things
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| Drop down when you see the gods in public
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| I’m high motherfucker stop talking shit
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| Stop talking shit, before you get bust nigga in your fucking lip
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| I ain’t playing no games
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| Wanna bring sun in the mothafucking rain
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| By the end of this tape you gon' know we gonna put it down
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| Gods on deck well we’re coming through your town
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| Guided by the light nigga, young sun child
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| Nigga shine bright, get away when we’re around
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| I’m from the bush with the hustlers and the killers
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| But we elevated nigga so we play a little different
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| Don’t push trigger, third eye shoot him in his liver
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| Ain’t no motherfucking posse in the game fuckin it with us
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| Oh lawd, a nigga goin' far, fuckin' new bitches every week pornstar
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| See us in the street so you niggas go hard
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| But a nigga ain’t here just to be a fucking star
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| I don’t give a fuck about your new sports car
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| I don’t give a fuck about your new whack bars
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| You bitch ass niggas better watch how you talk
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| When you come up on your motherfucking ever living God |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sun Through the Rain , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Indigoism, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп