| Blow trees on spots with no d’s
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| Know these cops are so hungry to let the government
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| Gross g’s off us in penitentiaries
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| Frustrated the only way to bust is mentally
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| From ghettos and meddle
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| Stay bopping the instrumental
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| The cops is cock blockin in front of spots
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| We off top switching the pedals
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| Aliens get sick in the middle
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| Got caught in it
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| With a little bit of the 'ism
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| In the city of villains
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| Spastic crouching tigers and hidden dragons
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| Niggas’ll go spitamatic we flow spitamatic
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| For the head piece to get attracted
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| Burning red leaves to the cabbage
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| Learning dead? |
| niggas acting
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| We gonna get rapping
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| Till the streets cease the madness
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| Listening to the beat clapping and be happy stay so nappy
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| Poems that have to hold the gat piece
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| Just to get through
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| Feel like we gotta spit missiles
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| Just to get you to feel it in the physical
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| Reciprocate lyrical in fashions
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| Just to bash in your cranial cabinet
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| Metaphors
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| When words become hands to open doors
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| Open doors
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| Street journal
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| Put heat to your kernal and pop it
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| Everybody looking for profit
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| Im looking like a prophet
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| When the beats is pulsating
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| Most gracious
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| Niggas I roll with so satan
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| No playstation and no game
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| Thats the cereal? |
| scratched off no name
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| Plain killers stand by the freezer
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| With crews and dudes who scrooge like ebenezer
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| Pop bruise make you a believer
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| In vice we speed life hold dice roll with sativa
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| Wild style killer with dirt in the caesar
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| ? |
| face with metallica to roll the fever
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| We make you a believer
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| Where we from fights for ice by the freezer
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| Spitamatics
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| Mic addicts
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| With drug habits
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| Life tragic
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| They mind find you in a casket
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| You trying to grind
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| They trying to lock you like a savage
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| Haze with the hashes
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| Its all mathmatic
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| Spitamatics from the high lands of manhatten
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| Get it pappen
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| Ninjas in the mix
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| Leave faces like «what happened?»
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| The night creatures
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| Either so streets clappin'
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| Noblemen on beats watching and just laughing
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| Gotta eat
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| The monsters reaction to the heat
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| To much on my girl crib hard to breathe
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| And can’t sleep feeling addicted to cold streets
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| But must stay away
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| Harassed everyday by the fucking police
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| So we move disorderly with pants hanging off our asses
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| Spitting acid
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| Ever since we was young matches
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| Never listening to what moms asked us
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| We rather be on the street
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| Quest for skunk sessions
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| That cave pump niggas chest in
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| So how you restin'
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| Ring around the rosy be deciever
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| Gotta get your rolly face holding open for holy chiba
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| Pop shots pop locks scream heater cry wolf
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| Whisper phoenix
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| Digest readers
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| Death in the rear view I hear few
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| True thoughts closer
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| In any hood
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| Like a newport poster
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| If I tell you again I told you once
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| And thats word to the chinamen who sold? |
| front
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| Without you and ari latifa?
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| Bout to set it off
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| On the reaper to buy sneakers
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| Sit by the speakers and write this
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| Make the? |
| deeper
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| Roll it up start again
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| Check my beeper
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| 'matic spitting the verbs
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| Showing the culture
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| Im done flipping the bird Im throwing the vulture
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| Random thoughts
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| Find their home in dome
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| Stoned is the way of the poem
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| Spitamatic |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spitamatic, artist - Vordul Mega. Album song The Revolution Of Yung Havoks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп