| Define me as the greatest
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| Came off a year hiatus
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| Reemerged on the scene draped in the latest
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| My third eye shine when the Ds try to invade us
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| Ambidextrous my gun hand switch just like fate is
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| Infiltrators and haters bless the earth
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| And the mothers who made us
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| Real shit I submit to my creator
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| Watchin Feds watchin me and possibly
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| The god be laying up in the palace sippin on Dom P
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| Queens servin me salad the most violent
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| The one MCs fear to challenge
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| When apprehended by the beast my code of silence
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| We exist in a war of violence
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| Just a glimpse inside a gangster mind, my true talent
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| A revelation for this thug nation
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| For the fans patiently waiting I spit it hotter than Satan
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| Making the streets form and join my congregation
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| Yeah, the thug nation
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| The trial is to feel that I’m in a race win it
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| Benz pedal to the medal till my breathe diminish
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| Alpha to Omega man till the cycle is finished
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| Life still moves on and the earth is still spinnin'
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| What I spit make the dead raise up and start livin'
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| Facing the man in the mirror existence is clearer
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| What it’s worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
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| What it’s worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
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| Your Highness in every line is
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| Spontaneous combustion from the mind is
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| Just a young dude with the wisdom like the old timers
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| I let the beat the dictate my mind state
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| On any given day, trust me the real relate
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| Like violators going down state, we migrate
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| The crime rate increases, when I release the illest thesis
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| The beast love eating dark meat, endangered species
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| And right about now my style is like the biblical times
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| Burnin bushes red seas partin as I recline
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| Submittin' to the most high, embracin' all my nines
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| True story, forever shine but in due time
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| Bear witness a thugs drama I switch the aura holdin' a torah
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| Ridin shotgun in the impala
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| Thoughts of slayin?
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| Black Hand the Vatican Third World the 'sama
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| Time ta separate the real from the fraudulent
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| Cause being broke is too intense
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| See the world through Armani specs
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| It’s the struggle and revolution that I represent
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| And I’m just playing my part, layin' getting bent
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| And I’m just playing my part, just layin' getting bent
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| The All Eye seein, Whatever happened to the art of MC’in
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| And rappers steady G’in as I hold a Mic tight
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| Open my eyes mind free in the zone
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| 94 million miles away from home my throne made of chrome
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| Was a young one lost in the hood, now that I’m grown
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| Seein life with a realer purpose
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| Counterfeit spirits they fear it cause they just show the surface
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| And time’ll tell, I seen some warriors die in a cell
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| Broken hearted, daily departed they soul just fell
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| Outside under the spell
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| My rhymes sacred like the Arch, or the covenant
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| The streets lovin it, arrest the president
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| Overthrowin' a dark government
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| Allustrious the gods flow, it’s similar to dutches
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| Perfectly wrapped around dro
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| Street scholar like honorable Elijah Muhammad
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| Without the nation of Farrakhan movin behind it
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| Accurate timin with nines in the minks linen
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| Reinstated though I’m constantly hated I’m still shinin
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| The greatest story never told
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| But now manifested on a desert scroll, The arms I hold
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| Never stressin, Mic’s I’m blessin the truth unfolds
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| Never stressin, Mic’s I’m blessin the truth unfolds |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrical Calisthenics, artist - Tragedy. Album song Thug Matrix, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп