paroles de chanson Without a Doubt - The Thought feat. Xzavier

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I rose against what they said that I couldn't
They got a mouth? I think they should put they foot in
Without a Doubt, eat your meat before your pudding
They said I couldn't, now they wishing that they wouldn't
I rose against what they said that I couldn't (I Did!)
They got a mouth? I think they should put they foot in (They Should!)
Without a Doubt, eat your meat before your pudding
They said I couldn't, now they wishing that they wouldn't

Bully in the ugly tree, thanks for putting up with me
But I'm Mr. Don't-Know-Nothing when they coming for my poppyseed
Sully in the comedy, you can yank my stuff for free
But I'm Mr. Owe-You-Nothing when they come for an apology
The prophecy atop of me ain't stopping for anyone
Let the profits play, monopoly, the shot of Lenny's gun
Like many run with mockery, take Karl for a nun
Breaking honest cause we lost at sea, baking under the sun
We make the reverends run, the malady to emcees
If you ain't here for the fun, you probably slanging CD's
I'm like Attila the Hun, the way I'll conquer the east
Call me the killer, the Hut, the obese Harkonnen disease!
My eyes open to sneeze, (achoo!) like I hope to ascend
Bring your brokers to heed, flying over they heads
Like "wassup with your knees?" when I'm making 'em bend
They said I couldn't succeed, but I think that all depends

I rose against what they said that I couldn't
They got a mouth? I think they should put they foot in
Without a Doubt, eat your meat before your pudding
They said I couldn't, now they wishing that they wouldn't
I rose against what they said that I couldn't
They got a mouth? I think they should put they foot in
Without a Doubt, eat your meat before your pudding
They said I couldn't, now they wishing that they wouldn't

So many graves have been digged in this shithole
Soul in a tizzy, in a rabbit ditch, I won't elope
At first I wouldn't face it, until I took out the mush
Placed in my brains nooks, for goodness sake!
Made me waft with the propulsion of a jet
Out now in the open, molded a success!
As I connect to a flat-earther's dome
And those trapped in a world of they own
As an international sensation, like an equinox
Heating up a pot and concoct a Lazarus-type of serum!
Curing fiends' decrepitness, no time to judge
Just accept shit, as is! dotted the lines on my Atlas
Tracking this path to access my royal palace
Foil the catfish and pollo-headed bitches
To stand poised, erected on Ben Ben
And voice, I've rose against it! (Hell yeah, you already know!)

(Perish the thought that keeps you from my side!
Cherish the heart that keeps your love alive!)