| «Live from New York City»
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| «Rappers be takin' notes»
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| «Vigilante hardcore»
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| Just in case you thought the last time was a fluke
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| Here we go again nigga, right back in the booth
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| Right back in the groove
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| Back to the fact my raps spittin' is proof
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| I’m polygraphing the track, that nigga the truth
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| That nigga was choosen, one that we chose
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| One of the one y’all don’t want it with, with wonderful flows
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| I’m wondering if one these wanders wanted a dose of wonderama
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| Cause I don’t know impeccable quotes
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| Wrecked a few shows
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| Stage shit incredibly sick
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| One of the reasons that me and you Click
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| Preme
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| He mean a lot more than you guessed
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| I’m blessed every time we connect
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| A step closer to being the best
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| I’m being addressed by the press as being the next
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| All due respect, respect me to go for they neck
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| Direct steps, reckless regret, direction address
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| Directs niggas so they never forget
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| I wreck shit for the record
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| «Wicked when I kick it, yeah that’s ticket»
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| For the record
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| «I'm trying to get what I’m worth and not a penny less»
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| For the record
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| «Wicked when I kick it, yeah that’s ticket»
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| For the record
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| «Rappers be takin' notes»
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| «Vigilante hardcore»
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| I would like it to be known when I’m gone
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| And my zone and desire and my tone might have grown
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| But I’ve never been a clone
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| Ain’t never been condoned, together or alone
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| Every sentence that I’ve shown, respectfully my own
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| Niggas check for me
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| Write a check for me you’ll be gone
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| This is chess not checkers so I’m checkin' for the throne
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| I ain’t checkin' for the stones in your necklace and zircones
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| Or moissanite, I’ll destroy the mic for my goal
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| More than likely, you ain’t know
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| You might be in the pros thinkin' you Mike
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| And more like Ronnie Seikaly with the flow
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| This is precisely the show
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| The pros from the amateurs
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| Niggas did no flash of the cannon, don’t mean the camera
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| Still The Sun Rise In The East, Jeru Da Damaja
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| Came Clean, My Mind Spray, that Mental Stamina
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| Been a problematic and panoramic parameters
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| No need for cross examining
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| Nigga, just for the record
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| For the record, I am not for the fuckery
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| Lame niggas luckily, have stayed out of my lane
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| Was slain, what you gonna be
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| Doubt if you want to be
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| Known as the first rapper bodied to use a fucking Bugatti as a hearse
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| But you might
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| I ain’t really trying to listen to what you like
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| Put a lesson in my lyrics that’ll glisten in your light
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| My position is precise
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| The middle is what I like
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| Taking lyrical and literal, I’m lyrically right
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| Analytically ignite, recite for the payoff
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| My pen had been problematic since Agallah was 8-Off
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| You thinkin' of assassinating my character, you way off
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| Last attempt, when Shawn Kemp was in the playoffs
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| Hate talking water guns when I mention a spray off
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| But you can get Super Soaked when I’m letting the K off
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| My daily scheme is to get the cream like Bernie Madoff
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| And only Ferris Bueller get the Day Off
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| Nigga, for the record |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For The Record , by - Torae. Song from the album For The Record, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп