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Planetary: |
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It's the manifestation of rap greatness |
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I determine my life around the sound of a piano and bass hit |
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The basics of this hip-hop matrix, it's graveyard rap, Quest build on your Day shift |
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I shake shift and get 'em to shake quick 'cause when Paz makes the call I make grade A shit |
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Am I labeled a bitch so I say fuck chicks because who the fuck is gonna hold me down 'sides Crypt? |
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Who the fuck can control my sounds still don' got me, Scott be makin' my vocal sounds so cocky |
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Who got me? Yeah my dogs most likely |
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If I ain't loyal to my niggas then god strike me |
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Demoz: |
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Keep Strikin' |
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I'm taking your life, take my advice it's basically right |
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If money's the root of all evil then Satan's right |
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Break me twice that makes me two, that makes me a double headed rapper now make me a booth |
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Next to the one now that I'm in now the day's legacy too |
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Lazy motherfuckers light a fire up under these roofs |
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Maybe it's true I'm a rapper and maybe it's truth between my ego and pride make me true |
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Maybe I do need powder to make it juice to go down with the first rapper claiming that he's too |
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fuckin' nice, I'll fuck him with a knife, fuck his wife, tell a bitch her husband said good night |
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Yeah it's like that |
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Ain't no army that can strike back |
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If hip-hop is dead |
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Then Demoz will bring it right back |
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King Syze: |
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Raise up the white flags, man it's time to surrender |
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I'm on a mission for the dope with a cokehead agenda |
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We stormtroopers, burst through the craziest rain |
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I'll burst through fire walls while lazy niggas complain |
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Your pride came and went and you ain't make it |
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It was right in front of your face you ain't take it |
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Never be me, I can't live with that |
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Cause the youth that I got I can't give that back |
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I'm the general, commendable, overall dependable |
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loc'd out at times but most times I'm sensible |
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Live for the minute the moment the older I get |
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When the digits rolling over when it's over that's it |
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Esoteric: |
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Ya call me Eddie Brock |
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Venom with machete chop |
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penny rock |
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guzzilin' husslin' from many blocks |
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You wanna battle bad |
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But you ain't sir Galahad |
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You pussies ain't even pack heat like Shaq's travel bag |
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But you ain't got no gun or paper in your luggage |
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The only 9Mil you have gets you fries and nuggets |
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We stab bucks like study Jack Sigma |
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We'll travel back in time and attack Hitler |
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Look at money grid tryin' to buy his life back |
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You ain't a pharaoh dog, ring him by his life back |
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Fuck 'round with the army get your ice packed |
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We don't fuck around dog, you it's know like that |
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Vinnie P: |
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Anybody go against me gettin' tortured and slain |
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Slaughtered then maimed |
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We robbin' rappers off with their chain |
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I'm a cannibal eatin' motherfucker start with their brain |
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They say Panzienza previously thought to be sane |
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I fought through the pain and established a remarkable reign |
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Lamatta Panzienza Marcientto all in the same |
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We coulda signed a couple deals but what they offered was lame |
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But that was regardless of the fact that we was awkward with fame |
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And I remember me and Jus Allah would spark on the train |
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And talk about how we were going to leave our mark in the game |
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We back together and we bringing back the dark to the game |
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And you know we put our motherfuckin' heart in the game |
