(Intro)
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Yeah,this is Danger
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Alter productions,Shabaam Sahdeeq
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(Verse)
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Never mind whatever opinion you got
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Enigma at times,my ass bleeds hip hop
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On to the page, at least what they release for the case
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Don't like me snuffle, fuck it I still be the same
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The worlds ,the blame, never trade my soul for fame or money
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I pay my dues, gonna get my soul to me
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Slowly but surely, surely but slowly
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Y'all going on me,
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Y'all be diving me down, but you're not my homies
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Ey negro, vene solano de barclo de Brooklyn
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Won't know what she be cooking,
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How are people looking
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Jump in a pot, if you think you hot
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I send my sword tip fry you up for days
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Gunatro I chote a mio MC's
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I move at the speed of sound,feelin' the breeze
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To the trees, when I pass them
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Taking all to leaves,
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Put a fork in you fake MC's
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And coach the kids ,please
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(Chorus)
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We don't got nothing to say to you homie
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We paid our dues, true that the city
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The city for you
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I'm just skipping a flame or two
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Mimic a major movement
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Tell me where hip hop is taking you
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(Verse)
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This is armageddon ,feature me
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It's hard to get 'em
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Start the betting, I'll make beat 'em
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Stop and who's hard I'm deading
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I'll make you rip a city in Korea
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Mom's left me alone, I fuck the babysitter in the rear
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Dude's getting nuts, heard it got through
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Who's a little sick then saying I'm certifiable
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All eyes on me like Paco Rabanne
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Mountains of cold pow, the pills ,the ounce of weed smoke
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Your girl mastered deepthroat
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From my spanish dudes nickname
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Da es pas a mi bijol
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Start stating the facts, we taking it back
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No colour or country, just the United Nations of Rap
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I'm breaking down doors, while you barely made a tent
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Fuck Dan Rick,long as I spit hear rap
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And yeah we get our little spinach
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Every mic I spit on ,jumps off the cord
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Commits suicide after I'm finished ahh
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(Chorus)
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We don't got nothing to say to you homie
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We paid our dues, true that the city
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The city for you
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I'm just skipping a flame or two
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Mimic a major movement
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Tell me where hip hop is taking you
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(Verse)
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Cali where from, homies feel this in their credibles
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Spit like I hit in my fist like pero
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My heart's like yellow,when the studio bum
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Peruvian dawn ,hit it close you bodily harmed
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French revolution, all the pride to solution
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This my contribution, like crack for Whitney Houston
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Tracks I kill 'em twice that is not someone
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Undearneath the bed when I'm on crack
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I was rocking sound,ballin', control the irrigation
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Struggle mind of irritation
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Say just what I feel, I don't got some rough statements
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I don't need a label 'cause they lameants
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I won't change ship what if they departure
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We can exchange places,
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I'm true who,despite the way you wanted me you screw your shot
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I slaughter you ,Panama leave you for the vultures fly
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You quality act so low beat, 'cause I'm over the top
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And we'll see who's trurly, when I blow up the spot
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(Chorus)
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We don't got nothing to say to you homie
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We paid our dues, true that the city
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The city for you
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I'm just skipping a flame or two
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Mimic a major movement
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Tell me where hip hop is taking you
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Revolucion
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| Alterbeats |
