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lirik lagu spit syndicate - know too much

[intro: lil wayne]
ah, man, don’t i keep it in the black bag. we just go wherever we go after the club. wherever. yeah, i just record, man. i just record, it doesn’t matter. like, i just record wherever, whenever, whatever, it doesn’t matter

[verse 1: nick lupi]
see, this right here is for the
uninitiated, this for the unconvinced
the unwaverin’ fans bumpin’ our disks
sorry, i kept you waiting, but i promise you this
when we done with this sh-t they gonna dust it for prints
what you think? i never hung with bullies in the yard
never voted for abbott or for julia gillard
so i’m watchin’ my back like i’m julian -ssange
only payin’ with cash ’cause they tracin’ all my cards
see, now this weed got me scopin’ for cops
gettin’ stoned in a gl-ss house, throwin’ my rocks
until i p-ss out, in my zone i’m goin’ off
and it won’t stop till alan jones in the box
catch me back at the residence thinkin’ ’bout the next thing
smokin’ like a president, i’m inner west wing
and really you should think about investing
in the campaign or the issues i’m addressing
hit you in your heart like you missing with that vest thing
anything that’s pressing, everything regret brings
it’s like revenge for the victims that are resting
mix weed with the politics, cigarette spins
what would you say wit’ your last breaths given:
confession for the sinnin’ or songs for the women?
i’m tryna write it all but my hands lost feeling
these drums already know too much, i gotta k!ll ’em, gotta k!ll ’em

[interlude: jimmy nice]
yeah, yeah
i said these drums already know too much, i gotta k!ll ’em
all right, all right
i said these drums already know too much

[verse 2: jimmy nice]
picture a [?] playground where n0body playin’ round
everybody know each other like they from a small town
couple bad apples and the bunch’ll let you down
you don’t rep the same letters, better skate, ah, now
always hard to get a hold of, mum ain’t caught a wink (nah)
wonder what the lord’ve though if he caught a glimpse (d-mn)
paddy wagon rides every sat-rday night
still i’ve never been to court nor been caught since
f-ck these toys in the world if they with them
and me my young flare and the girls we were hittin’
ain’t it unfair how we did ’em, even though my dad missin’
i ain’t never been the type to blame the tools i was given
listen up, nicky we on it, give ’em real, give ’em honest
lookin’ at the profits, that probably isn’t enough
which doctors st-tchin’ me up? should i picket at your office
with a 40-foot sign sayin’, “hi, listen to us”
we could give six f-cks ’bout your corny -rs- multis
weak -rs- metaphors, three bars dead ’em all
better than them all, we are, you can bet it all
bet you double up like bne at festival hall
work it out like a medicine ball, dummy
bet on double s, double all your money
we some well dressed vandals, validated villains
and these drums already know too much, i gotta k!ll ’em

[outro: jimmy nice]
these drums already know too much, i gotta k!ll ’em

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