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  • Текст песни Lyrical God - Let The Beat Ride

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    Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
    I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
    Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.

    Verse 1
    My only ambition is to rise from these slums.
    Aimed to fly high but forced to live by the gun.
    On a natural high, drive by, chopper in the sky.
    I set it off like Latifah, notice the hatred in my eyes.
    4 5 leave no one alive. caught more bodies than the cemetery
    So observe when the gun rise.
    Blood flowed in the crack of the crete where the bodies lied.
    I was down with my niggas, yeah.
    I was the boy that ride, oh God
    Dreaming of the coffin I gettin buried in.
    You don't want no beef cuz you a vegetarian.
    This beat take a dose, get addicted like heroin.
    Hush, feel the rush & turn the beat up

    Hook
    Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
    I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
    Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.

    Verse 2
    I was raised in this concrete jungle.
    Learned the consequences of a man, how to rumble.
    How to chop up to put that hard in a bundle.
    Ducking from automatics around the same time I used to watch "Gundum"
    That was back in the days, bullets spread like AIDS
    When the shadows come out the slugs play
    The guns blazed, similar to candles during foreplay
    N*ggas scatter like roaches when they sense RAID
    My pen is so on fire, expect the ink to burn the page
    Old heads its a new day and age
    A new generation for our race
    Most our fathers in the grave or trapped in the cage
    A lost child now my home is my stage
    Observe when the heat rise when I blow like a 12 gauge
    Spit fire, lungs burning, like vodka with no chase
    Philly, the fellows get the keys poppin like Myspace
    Now as I blow the smoke in ya face

    Hook
    Let this beat work. Let this beat ride.
    I be spitting them flames observe when the heat rise. Oh God.
    Survive n*gga we cook pies. Behold the passion in my eyes & let this beat ride.

    Outro
    Let this beat ride high, Let this beat ride high, Let this beat ride high,
    Let this beat ride high, Let this beat ride high, Let this beat ride high
    Let that. Let that. Let that. Let that beat ride.

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