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I've been falling back what you mean by that?
You said you would distract how should I react?
You wanted all my time that's a no-no
Now I'ma make you

Choppa go "rat-a-tat" just like a hi-hat
I'm not a killer, I don't abide by that
With that being said, that don't mean I won't fight back
She gon'

out blows to knock unconscious these rockstars commenting that I'm not honest When I flow
Yeah it's sinful
Batter mother fuckers with the gat, a ratatat

of greener grass
That overgrows and reattach to hopeless dreams
And so it seems I'm opening to leave the past
Overdosing on dopamine by flowing supreme
So

to an isolation
Make way for desolation, We want to play.
We haven't ratatat tatted with a friend or two in a while or few
We've wasted our time, lampooned

like I'm Kano
One eye open 'till the halo
Take your chips by hash, potatoes
Watch the shit take shape like playdough
Don't play though
Actually rap what

quit it with a bitch You wanna talk about agony
But you ain't know shit, you ain't know shit
Hey, hey, have you ever been touched by your mama
Have you

on a one-way track
Winding through the Alps
Christmas in a parlor car
With no one else
Hire a car that only knows
A country road in England
Time will fly

nie znam wcale
Zrobię hajs to wlatuję w warszawę
Nie ma szans by nie wyszło tam z rapem
Tak sobie to przynajmniej wyobrażałem
Witam Italie  ale nie

by zbudować dom mojej mamie

Nie płacz za mną kiedy pójdę w ogień
Jeśli w końcu zejdę to jako Duc de Pologne
Z wielkim hukiem byłem dobrym wariatem

by
Time stops and your love goes by
I sit alone and I wonder why
I love this music
Time for departure, she’s causing ruptures
Coke bottle frame you

Call to Heaven

Patty Smyth

Never Enough

1987

On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
Bloody hands and broken back
When they fire see him pirouette solo
Jump in time to the rat-a-tat
What a night though

broke necks
They chest wet by the flame on, the fucking black tech
Now who's next, For this Lyrical fuckin' service
Niggas masterbate the skills as if

Lil foe he was born up in Chicago
Lil foe he was raised by them cut throats
Lil foe know how to hustle and he get dough
Lil foe he ain't afraid

ask
Watched by the hawks, circled by the sharks
But we got knives and forks
To light up the night and see the shadows inna the dark
With pepper lights

bye (bye bye)
Ratatat, drive-by (drive-by)
Kille Szene mit dem Vibe (vibe)
Mache biz, keine Zeit (ya)
Lache denn bin lay (ha ha)
Old Spice Spray (a hah)

whore
Bust it open hold it wide by the sea shore
You gotta bubble baby tell me what it's scoring for?
An I'ma pop it bounce it bounce it throw it up lock

that was jackin'
And by the time we left, the day was night
We hopped in my window, I turned on my lights
We went to my crib and ate, and then we left

your ear drum don't hear the Ratatat
Don't you see I'm trying to Chance my dreams
I'm getting this cream
this is a real business we getting this cream

Looks like I reached the final round
Whos gonna put the fire out
Bullshit spread by word of mouth
Peace the mission I'm a nihilist now
Turn

to the dome
So think before I pull chrome, out
Straight up out the South
We the ones that they don't know bout
By the the time this drops I'll check again

do was trwa już 10 lat
To żaden coming out

Rośnie mój body count, chcę spalić świat
Chciałbym usypać w chuj duży
Kopiec z waszych ciał
By na szczycie

myself
Antisocial get emotional even when you tryna help
Think I need a vacation somewhere by the Alps
I've been swimming thru the hate feel like I'm

of a vet plus the respect of Vietnam vets
Go into via-com made them heed the bomb, that’ll put upon yon deck
By that’ll be a common bet, BET, MTV
VH1, we