im still standin..
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this for the rap gods..
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(andre)
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i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew horns
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and maybe thats why mc's rock me like porn
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flowin like the water in the mississippi river
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i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, thank me
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to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet,
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my soul roams off to dallas,
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its somethin like cream when we hustle on the scene
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other mc's and freaks wanna join the team
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dealers would fly, ride the engines of pimps
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the colors were candy coated, incredible rims
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and my dreams of what people sayin, dont get a job
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i realize now it was all the rap gods
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i slither through the streets like a boa constricter
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on my car dashboard got the gangsta pictures
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sportin leather and energy , could that be me?
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smokin weed listenin to run DMC?
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my repute as a rap child, emotions of steel
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represent with no crew man, your life is sealed
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attitudes of all kinds, with gun's to present em'
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c-notes don't last long, we cant wait to spend em'
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hos, cars, and bars, weed, greed, and clothes
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maintain my woman, clown the rest of these hos
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man, my festive up braid the truth of a rhyme
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after restin on jeopardy to my lifetime grind
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im like an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven
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we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends
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triangle, some say cincinatti Bang hos, star spangled
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hand cold as chris krango,
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we break hearts, and crack rif rafs,
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take trips far, shop at the gap,
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taught by the rap gods to shoot the gift,
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so i blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits
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i can block the sun, like a solar-eclipse
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my homie said he had a yacht but i don't mess with ships
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the freak said she hated dope dealers, they clock they ends,
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i said which is why ur payin this rapper then
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nickatina, im something like sinbad the sailor
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dressed in red and black, the true signs of a raider
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Rap Gods
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| Andre Nickatina |
