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Dusted

アーティスト:Roots Manuva 

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How many ya guys say want freestyle? There will be no blows not freestyle This style is not free, this style is expensive alright!! Hold tight youth Love of self I possess, through life to death Yigga y'all, listen it's the up front fresh My level is seldom seen, few and far between Them fools they couldn't douse my keen Lean to the mean thorough-bred picky-head Slapped in the face, trapped down I guess Sunset to sunset, but don't sweat yet Cool, we don't fret, while the dubs them hold we I'm picky with precision, I've made my decision now Death itself can't hold this down Cause the seeds of progressed, them done get sow My tough back broke the cane in four Face flat to the floor but I found the strength To commence with a brand new sense of self Euro-zulu, comin' through Tokyo train style, hip it to the crew (Down like crumb and we dusted), good job (Down like crumb and we dusted), good job 'Nuff of dem ah question my rebel-like flex But I won't waste my breath, I'll let actions speak Though the speak stand taller than the peak of Everest I visualize, embrace the progress Chin-high, puff, just a-step right to it The choice is, there is no choice but to pursue it Soul on the mind, mind on the soul My struggle remains, but my inside grows


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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