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gun fetish suicide inverse in vitro |
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i make the beat go around like parallelogram shaped algorithms |
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it's the ever ever changing never the same thing changing |
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aiming intricate arterial wall |
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armor piercing arrows through your spinal |
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black rhino to your kevlar |
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death star on your emperor |
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contemporary composer |
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stereo flows feel like dust, i'm vain |
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needle popping the weak number six rustoleum |
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dripping from the two train |
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all city acidic epicenter |
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indicative of the problem, i'm the cure |
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a-c boy, a-d boy, hey b-boy |
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act like you know the structure |
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the ever-fluctuating wave form suction |
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of a black hole will crush your world |
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function like ghost in essence, in man form |
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i transform the land you stand on |
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nervous mc's |
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mister freeze high priest |
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the ice kings with the nice things |
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gun talk run new york |
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down here we run lyrics, lyrics |
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gun talk run new york |
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well down here we run lyrics |
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[m. sayyid] |
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i sketch the infinite chosen frozen |
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gift the shit that splits like tits loose and forty deuce |
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tips and keepin niggas hemoglobin hypertension |
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the maid for lightbeam |
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willy-nilly dollar dream labled lobby scheme |
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maybe you might probably be clean |
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bust two seams with the beam |
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nigga's a straight one time trigger puller |
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rusty voice, big bad wolf |
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mimic middle-schooler follow tip hollow flip |
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trick seal circus kneel bow for the act |
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drama puffed lip quip shit, yo i'll light the wick |
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wonder white owl, laugh scowl, foul mc's |
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in the battle a flash phase, rash plays on stage |
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delayed a pass like videos pause |
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look what the nigga was wearing |
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gas tearing off a sheet i bam |
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roped a priest in the sun, priest done |
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big beast godzilla foot up the spot |
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like the chin in your girl's twat |
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lean then feel force like you're bustin off |
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phlegm porno favorite gem ono in your lennon like yoko |
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solo is bipolar modulating |
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rolo-bola to your inner flurry like denver to water |
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i scurry but niggas is still blurry like a bootleg |
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or nerds can't find their bifocal as my vocals slam |
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local niggas hyped on decks like wwf |
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not connecting, insurrect my nice seam crease |
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wait for blessings m sayyid |
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first verse general empirical umbilical |
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miracle lyrical syllibal zero in your ass |
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fully swat flask of gin sip |
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hot sweaty detectives plant outside my crib |
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as my thought bends your limbs |
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round your globe around the strobe makes your ear ring |
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[high priest] |
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you are you are now hearing the tri-pinnacle crown jewels |
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around fools i school |
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if you ever forget the elephant sized mastadon |
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remember you'll never find the visceral force |
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i'm just as blinding |
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iron man pulsar ray emmiting neon |
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freon from a refridgerator full of decapitations |
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by a man whose hands are cold |
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circular saw incision, ipso facto |
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exacto blade shave daily bloody razor |
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erase the f from fear, add an h for hear, add a t for heart |
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from the start you want the ending, pretending you're alive |
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knowing your marble mouth marlon brando mumbles |
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will never humble the tag team |
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tony atlas, rockey johnson, rockey the balboa, beam, earl blaize |
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and so you know our blades will never be thirsty |
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no mercy, hp for nonbelievers in the year 4030 ad |
