| Yeah! |
| Come on, pa, I’m cut from a different cloth!
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| Y’know what I’m sayin' I’m cut from a different cloth than y’all mafuckas!
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| (da da da da da da da!)
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| Y’know mean?
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| Papo Andy foreva!
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| Yeah, come on
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| Yeah
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| I told you, you should learn from mistakes
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| I will valet the mafucka, personal space
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| This (E-Carbo-Tec) come with a submersible case (?)
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| As the sound of the demon bell, merciful fate
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| All we do is rock low symbols, turbans and weight (?)
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| I watch (Musa) be a father, give a sermon to (Leif) (?)
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| This a cloak and dagger operation, turn to the safe
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| Have his physical return to an invertible place
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| First and foremost is my Ahki
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| Playin' with ya life, rollin' dice like Monopoly
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| Brothers overseas givin' dower talkin' cocky
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| Don’t ask me 'bout nobody my relationships is Rocky
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| I scribe thoughts pa, I’m like Miguel de Unamuno
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| Catch ya homie walk away like Claus Von Bulow
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| It’s an undefeated record, ahki, look at the stats
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| You was broke down ass bettin' look at the facts, stupid
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga
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| When Paz is done with ya body
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| He sends ‘em to Vas to rock ‘em
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| Freak form box ‘em
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| This ain’t a Christmas stocking
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| It’s the last Mohican that keeps the burner in his Moccasin
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| Smoke signals, we got loud
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| Gunner air mysterious, beyond clouds
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| Never seen before, but once I reveal myself
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| It’ll start the Secret War
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| The mind trick of cannibal, I’m like Hannibal
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| Having dinner with the doctor at the festival
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| At the end of the movie, tell the cops it wasn’t me
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| I was chillin' with Suzy
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| It’s Vast Aire, the Sith Lord
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| I won’t — hesitate — to pinch your wind cord
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| Everybody’s wondering like how
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| Do Millennium, blowin' up like Lando
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga
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| I remember I was broke, scramblin' so I could smoke
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| No joke, I was livin' like an addict sniffin' dope
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| In the attic doing coke, with a addict gettin' throat
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| Like a savage, but I’m not a savage, nigga I’m the GOAT
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| Yes the greatest, you the fakest, it’s sad the shit I wrote
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| Could have dropped a thousand albums
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| Scott (?) they glad I never spoke
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| But I’m speakin' now, and I’m spittin' ether now
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| Catch you like I catch a dutch, smoke you like the reefer now
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| Pussy ass niggas in the game like it’s Easter now
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| I’m in all black, weapon on me like the Reaper now
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| I ain’t come to sell my soul, I kept it like a prenup
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| Bitch you sold your soul now you tryin' to get a refund
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| Hey Mr. Critic you created a monster, in my head
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| I’m a double entendre, am I dead?
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| Please let me know, cuz I’m feelin' like a ghost
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| They can’t see me like Stevie but they feelin' what I wrote
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga
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| Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot
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| It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)
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| You better fly awa-a-a-ayy
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| You better get awa-a-a-ayy
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| Get away nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doomsday Machine , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album As Above so Below, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп