| From the Bronx to Philly, only real niggas feel me
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| Sucker-proof is how they built me
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| We outlast trends, pay attention to your friends
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| See me in a train, might see me in a Benz
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| No matter where you see me, I’m official
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| That’s without the whistle even without a pistol
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| Known for launching missiles, my air strikes
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| Check these clowns like Air Nikes
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| Your whole team against me and Paz, that’s a fair fight
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| Pro-black nigga, even when I wear white
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| We raise the price like fare hikes
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| I just want a clear mic to make sure these niggas hear right
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| The giant, worldwide fans and street clients
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| Put you in a box and call it the sweet science
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| Before you start, we have won
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| That’s cause the cloth I’m cut from
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| D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)
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| Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)
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| Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)
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| D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)
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| Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)
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| Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)
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| It’s moments like these when in the zone ain’t the word
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| First time my words relate with thirty-three in the third
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| Nerve endings respond to the sound of the drums
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| Taught myself breath control as I can strip my lungs
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| Each line makes sense, I don’t just flap my gums
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| Talking loose leaf the target, the pen is my gun
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| Tactician know to reincarnate Isoroku Yamamoto
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| The one responsible for the attack on Pearl Harbor
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| Die hard bloggers love getting the followers
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| To start commentaries 'bout whose shit’s magnanimous
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| Character traits of funny style artists
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| Get the taste smacked out of they mouth for spitting garbage
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| The solution for half-wits, we solve it
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| Toss little pumpkin bombs like Green Goblin
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| Take the heads of so-called kings that sip wine from a goblet
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| Looting cash just for they profits
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| D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)
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| Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)
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| Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)
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| D.I.T.C (yeah)., AOTP (yeah)
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| Army of the Pharaohs (yeah), known for shooting arrows (yeah)
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| Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, will travel (have gun, will travel)
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| Listen
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| And while they blood clot, all of y’all swimming with sharks
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| And the closest one to you, he be living with narcs
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| Everybody have a choice, but you live in the dark
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| And with this bulldog, ain’t nobody live when it barks
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| Every rhyme is a very small glimpse in the dark
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| And these dumb-dumbs going to put a rip in your heart
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| I don’t waste time money, I’m efficient with art
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| I was leaving Jordan, three foot prints in the park
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| You talk a lot, ock, and you ain’t got the nerve
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| The four pound milli' silly, but the Glock absurd
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| I’ve been rocking Philly all the way to Gothenburg
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| Copped the bird and distribute it until I got the word (¡Qué rico chico!)
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| Half moon, park, God, dark fade
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| Armor on all y’all, car wash, car sprayed
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| D.I.C.I., happy that we parlayed
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| Callaway went thataway, Pa Clark Gabe |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hakim, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп