Текст песни Glorious Chemist - Kevlaar 7
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                1-2 
                                                blessings 
                                                brilliant 
                                                chemist 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                presence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Perfect 
                                                terror 
                                                my 
                                                territory 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                essence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Igniting 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                era 
                                                the 
                                                Yogi 
                                                Berra 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                blessing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Best 
                                                when 
                                                cracking 
                                                Hennys 
                                                honeys 
                                                beckon
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Mali 
                                                King 
                                                Mansa 
                                                Musa 
                                                regime 
                                                    I 
                                                hit 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                in 
                                                between
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clean 
                                                cigars 
                                                Charlie 
                                                sheen 
                                                lean 
                                                    I 
                                                hide 
                                                my 
                                                scars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scarce 
                                                cars 
                                                careen 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                overseas
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                fast 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bring 
                                                    a 
                                                man's 
                                                fate 
                                                Wendy 
                                                Williams
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                doubt 
                                                an 
                                                ugly 
                                                ending 
                                                bending 
                                                corners 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                wisdom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lay 
                                                    a 
                                                finger 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                fam 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                ending
 
                                    
                                
                                                Perfect 
                                                planning 
                                                pan 
                                                    a 
                                                view 
                                                from 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                prism
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pitiful 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                grinning 
                                                promoting 
                                                fake 
                                                existence
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                game 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                bitches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twisted 
                                                realness 
                                                negative 
                                                charge 
                                                left 
                                                side 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                digits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fam 
                                                stay 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                outta 
                                                my 
                                                business 
                                                vintage 
                                                chemist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walt 
                                                white 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                words 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                Blue 
                                                ice 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                birds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Emerge 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                realest 
                                                Instant 
                                                vintage 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                bullets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pull 
                                                    a 
                                                blemish 
                                                outta 
                                                perfection 
                                                it's 
                                                no 
                                                hell 
                                                or 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dead 
                                                is 
                                                dead 
                                                get 
                                                bread 
                                                and 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                sink 
                                                slow 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Atlantic
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                planned 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                barbershop 
                                                convo
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                started 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Congo 
                                                conglomerate 
                                                model
 
                                    
                                
                                                Model 
                                                Art 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                swindle 
                                                sinking 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                pen 
                                                stroke
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                spin 
                                                gold 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                spindle 
                                                selective 
                                                umbilical
 
                                    
                                
                                                Umbrellas 
                                                over 
                                                each 
                                                left 
                                                lane 
                                                    I 
                                                spin 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thorough 
                                                living 
                                                sifting 
                                                through 
                                                dough
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spending 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                monthly 
                                                cycle 
                                                cyclically 
                                                    I 
                                                bled 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thematic 
                                                ignorance 
                                                emphatic 
                                                on 
                                                spending 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Needless 
                                                point 
                                                blank 
                                                period
 
                                    
                                
                                                Serious 
                                                Lavishness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hit 
                                                the 
                                                salsa 
                                                All 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Puerto 
                                                rock 
                                                broads 
                                                yo 
                                                they 
                                                batting 
                                                they 
                                                lashes
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                asking 
                                                where 
                                                my 
                                                gat 
                                                is 
                                                because 
                                                the 
                                                set 
                                                up 
                                                be 
                                                gallivanting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gavel 
                                                pounding 
                                                phantoms 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                fathom 
                                                    a 
                                                scene 
                                                random
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ran 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                scene 
                                                even 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cold 
                                                I'm 
                                                handsome
 
                                    
                                
                                                Melanin 
                                                random 
                                                my 
                                                corruption 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                standing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standard 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                stances 
                                                B-boy 
                                                    a 
                                                decoy 
                                                for 
                                                dick 
                                                handlers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hands 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                lawyer 
                                                dances 
                                                on 
                                                ceilings
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                an 
                                                ace 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                building
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                confessing 
                                                to 
                                                this 
                                                vodka 
                                                this 
                                                stress 
                                                will 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                popped 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                walk 
                                                by 
                                                black 
                                                pea 
                                                coat 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                    E 
                                                spit 
                                                nonstop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cease 
                                                ya'll 
                                                plans 
                                                    I 
                                                plan 
                                                to 
                                                live 
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                fury 
                                                on 
                                                mandolins 
                                                Can 
                                                    I 
                                                live
 
                                    
                                
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2 Boulevard Article 3
3 Glorious Chemist
4 Capos (Bronzed) [feat. Roc Marciano & Dom Pachino]
5 Calculate the Bitterness
6 Brother
7 Kevlaar Spoken
8 Heartache Karma
9 No Explaining
10 Scalata
11 Thoughts In-Ter-Rupt-Ed
12 Skeletons Playing Piano II
13 Until We're Ashes
14 Scalata - Alternate Version
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