| I be on the corner
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| I be on my grind
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| When I travel through your city while you’re listening to Biggie
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| I’m a bigger fan of Fela Kuti
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| I could really give a fuck about Gucci, I’m nobody’s property
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| I’m a beast of no nation
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| I’m a beast by vocation
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| Lyrically I’ll empirically blot the memory out of any mc
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| To Mc mi just well dangerous
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| Jesus mi just I tongue-arous
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| This is the manner in which I’ll teach a young spitter to spit at his target
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| This is the way of an artist
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| A purging, a catharsis
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| The emerging of a market
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| A genre all my own
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| I guess its because I’m the last, one of the last true M.c.'s
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| Every God say 'True indeed'
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| Every Queen say I reflect
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| Am I really resonating yet?
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| Demonstrating fresh
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| Stop hating bless
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| Bless, bless bless, blesssesss
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| Look how dem a criticize black people but never see what dem ah do yet bwoy
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| Yes yes, yes yesssss
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| Djezuz Djonez on the microphone, gonna merge until the words become flesh I
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| tell you
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| I be on the corner
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| Walking on the water
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| Mary Maga-dota 3 quarters back to Oda (?)
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| I’ll be on my grind
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| Water into wine
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| I can heal the blind
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| Rhymes wicked every time
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| Djezuz Djonez the reason
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| The one who some believe in
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| Rebuke the heathen
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| Cast a thousand demons off of Legion
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| The flow the mic the booth
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| The truth is still the truth
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| The head that fits the Crown
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| Can’t keep me down
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| With a few for the many how you living 120 selling out for the pennies
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| I don’t like that
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| Every wrong, gotta right that
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| Poor but despite that Israelites take your life back
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| I have not been sent but unto the Lord’s sheep being murdered in the streets of
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| ghetto
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| Every pop a Geppetto
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| Long nose Pinocchio stereotype I’ll burn
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| Lucifer your kingdom’s falling
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| Black man your life is calling
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| Maybe you can’t hear that
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| You can’t even hear your wife and babies bawling
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| Babylon — Let’s burn it down
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| RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT
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| Wickedness in high places like this gov’ment
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| Where the money hoes clothes
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| He don’t talk about those
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| He’s on some other shit
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| Let’s talk about flows
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| Let’s not
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| He already know he hot
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| Lyrically pop-locked to the heat of a hot beat dropped by a little bit of sun
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| Masada clear a way
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| For the things I say will play til the Kingdom come
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| Call it the gospel
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| YOU’RE UNDER GOD’S SPELL
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| Yes indeed we are all God sent so we all die
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| Just like a prince we fell
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| From the cradle to the prison its a pipeline
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| This is my position when I write rhymes
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| I think you need to listen to the right rhymes
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| Stop me? |
| never nope not this lifetime
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| I don’t have a lot of money
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| I ain’t got a lot of friends
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| Few foes, God knows I’m rich
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| But I get a lot of trouble from the service of the Devil for my radical rap
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| music
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| Rappers amuse me when
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| All of that amusing’s meant
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| To humiliate mock and facilitate how they assassinate consciousness
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| Let em get a better shot at this
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| (No one can stop you)
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| Guess I needed to repeat that ish
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| (No one can stop you)
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| I’m a leader of an old school, G
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| I’m a problem vocally
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| I produce God shake earth gave birth to the first conscious fresh m. |
| c
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| Shout out to the Jungle Brothers make another record please
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| Its hard out here for a G like me to learn anything from these m.c.s
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| No disrespect yoooop
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| Big up yourself rude
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| Dem pussy bout to get kuff again kuff again
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| I can do it if I want to
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| Point to the crew who suit you
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| Stop your progresso
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| You can’t build. |
| Campbells Canned good rap sales stack shelves
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| Gotta love a metaphor
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| Quite sure
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| I love what I met her for
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| Why not
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| My oct numero four (?octmetanettafor?)
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| I’m hot
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| Why you gotta sweat her for?
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| You’re not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Water Walker Clean , by - Wise Intelligent. Song from the album Water Walker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп