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The Burbs
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karma karma atchykah the burbs fekdafonik down in the attiq
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Charts
Peak #3,049
Peak in subgenre #1,468
Author
Karma Atchykah
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Fekdafonik inc 2005
Uploaded
February 28, 2005
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Lyrics
I could write up on a whole rainforest Without weed thoughts runnin’ like they name was Forest Times be D-cisive like EW tryna be D nicest causin’ trouble to a whole lot hands high but hold up the game tight on both parts that’s me & mines no pressure like workers that’s unionized you and I know my steez stick to ceiling tiles so I’m ventin with the right logic worked the right combination and unlocked it ain’t ever scared like Bonecrusher I step up and turn niggas yellow like my skintone colour Mind, body and soul in alignment Y’all ain’t 25 yet but looking forward to retirin’ Get ended and bringin’ beef on me like bringin’ beef to the sikhs None cuz They vegetarians My punchlines are wordsworth bars I’m addin Always at it rep Down in the Attiq Tryna bring out God’s fire like fanatics Phonetics get you wildin’ like it’s March Madness So when you hear these sounds recognise this the Down Givin’ you anthems to say out loud My man Vinh give you anthems to say out loud Cyrano give you anthems to say out loud So when you hear these sounds recognise this the Down Givin you anthems to say out loud Wally Sparks giv you anthems to say out loud Goodvibe giv you anthems to say out loud The rhythm feels new, the crew is buildin’ Spittin lines so yours get blanks to fill in The sound got your mind stickin to the ceiling Roll out my red carpet always get the greetings We in, y’all out, send this one out To peops best believe it we get fakes to run south Strung out like dope addicts We jam like tech nines but still fofo matik Style ain’t unorthodox, tho the mouth box Always make sure you feel like you got robbed Eat mics for dinner, y’all don’t get it The soundman’s pissed and y’all can’t set it Only step to honey if she consentant Mack from a distance, when my sound hits the system I don’t pump irons but I muscle niggas and have em Short circuited like they in asylums Screamin for their precious like Gallum Bringin the curse on many like the name was Adam And add on like layers Try and understand how the burbs made such a dominant player
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