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Song: | An Echo From The Hosts That Profess Infinitum |
Album: | Black Up | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
Year: | 2011 |
Length: | 195 sec |
Lyrics:
All that diamond dust blowing up your hose
Flamboyant obstacles, oh, deals made to cope, wow
These D-boy truths, shots at all you soft niggas, huh
I diss and recline, rise of the lost, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
No, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hey, here we stand
Slave to networks, master plans
Swag's the brand, open a can
Change off still, y'all never ran
I brag, I boast, I kill, I coast
I toast to cake and crime
Doing the most, a stronger dose
Of king at leisure time, so
So your grace or mine
Don't these legs fantasize
Gang signs point to hang them high
Who, Swindle? Oh yeah, that's my guy
The forecast equal chance to blast
Hustle though, sure don't seem fast
My kiss, my list, my dreams, my stash
See certain things need not be asked
You, you
Ah you
You think I'm selfish, exist only to wish on stars
Lay and wait and cut the bars and then go ice the guards
Touch the hood and go kiss Granny, catch a box of food
Play the blade and feel that sunlight till you're in the mood
But who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think who you are?
Who do you think who you are?
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