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In the beginning, no different from the ending |
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It's the killah priest, iron sheik from the middle east |
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Lacing it sunz of man, you know what im sayin |
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Big moe up in the house |
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Ty g and dreddy kruger representin |
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[chorus x2: trebag, (hell razah)] |
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We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high) |
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We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high) |
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We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) |
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We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) |
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[killah priest] |
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Roamin in the 4-runner all summer |
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Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks |
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Its great that, i laugh at competition |
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I'm champion nigga, i can't be sunned |
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Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar |
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Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms |
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Beat you to death, snap your neck |
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Crack your chest, lay you to rest |
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Then confess, i judge wisely |
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All spys, tryin to size me |
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If you phony, i leave you lonely with your |
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Sony headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone |
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[hell razah] |
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In the dead zone they lay, king nostradamos |
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With golden armless, teachin hartlets |
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That be strippin for they garments |
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Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though |
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You godless, still feed you full for your conscience |
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Red ant now launch this, rockets |
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>from where her projects, come to street |
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Profit a lisha, to fish ya, roll wit a militia |
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Mr. military, now, roll with a team of jim kelly's |
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Send my hoes to your telly |
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Sprayin holes through your belly, you ain't ready |
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For the deadly, gently mc's |
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There ain't a school boy to test me |
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East coast to wesley strite |
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Those who stress me, we streit |
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Fuck you with the fight, fight, fight, fight |
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[chorus] |
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[prodigal sunn] |
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A young king at the age of 15, caught up in things |
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The golden scorpio, sportin material diamond rings |
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Physical, historical, mystical, shinin, crystal-like |
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Stackin, packin pistols, fa and they brought the crystal meth |
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To crown heights, where the fiends get high |
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Cross atlantic avenue, bone down through the sty |
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What we do or die unite the kingdom |
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Multiply, i sick of seein his mother's cry |
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It's time to purify |
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[trebag] |
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Like an alaskan breeze, i blow through your april's |
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Stuck to your mentals like thumb-tacks and staples |
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Been to temples, learned egyptian time-tables |
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My trade marks on labels and biblic-oohs from mavels |
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Give life to trapped ex-cons and expedites |
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You can't escape my prison, i'ma livin israelite |
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Killin more trabatites and build my paradise |
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Green grass grows, the white house is wiped out |
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Keep your red meat, i'll be fishin for trout |
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That means i'm the mouse, i'll figure my way out |
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Pinky and the brain had to find another house |
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Wherabouts, go walk and frolic in the forest |
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Next time you lie, think about bein honest |
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I bomb this |
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[hell razah] |
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We kill with calmness, words come forth like a savior |
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A wicked man's heaven is the hell for the razah |
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Raised up in brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves |
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From grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage |
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State-pens be like play-pens, the government in-slavin |
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Inside a science project with no escapin, unless |
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They die for us, you for the cream so you lie for us |
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While other thieves already spy for it |
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I watch snake eyes everywhere around me |
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Devils try to drown me in the water and the town built for slaughter |
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Without order you got chaos, player haters |
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Who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us, now they |
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Covered up with layers, it's too deep for you rap duplicators |
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Who's packs be betrayers |
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[chorus to fade] |
