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Yo, yo, yo |
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After opening my flux channel many entered and left |
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Confiscating any and every measure of depth |
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(1) if you a DJ |
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(2) if you a biter |
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(3) if you incomplete don't compete with Pete in the cypher |
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(4) if you an MC |
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(5) if you a writer |
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(6) if you a groupie spread your ass cheeks a little wider |
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Damn right, holier than thou |
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You will obey these commandments and respond only when allowed |
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[Verse 1] |
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For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten male |
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I fell from heaven, bypassed earth and stopped at hell |
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Your plots will fail to stop the Lord |
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That's harder to pull off than censors on clothes at department stores |
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You prove your nicer than me, I'll give my soul to you |
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Allow your strength to increase, then take control of you |
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You battle me and win.. Christ pulled a cruel joke on you |
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We'll fry your atoms, cremate you and dispose of you |
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You're at a point where you've got no options left |
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With the slightest of ease I'll stop your breath |
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Interrupt your fun once we abduct your son |
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Since you use ten percent to think, use your remaining ninety to duck and run |
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Neutrons rush to rust those platinum, plutonium gold speak only when told |
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I total eclipse phonies that hold mics, your only a myth |
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I own the abyss, low and behold |
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I blessed you.. you owe me your soul, I rock forever |
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Leavin your train of thought off track like an a capella |
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And if your who claims to be what's next shit |
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Then I'm your fiber diet that has yet to be digested |
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You're drenched in fear when the veterans near |
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Never dropped science in your life, except in your freshman year |
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Your ack for lack of a worse word |
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I'ma do you a favor.. reunite you back with the earth's dirt |
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[Verse 2] |
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You won't escape the wrath, can't spit a verse to fade us |
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Cause yall be fakin +Jacks+ like +Nicholson+ impersonators |
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You rhyme bland, two sense you fail to make |
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So bring a nine man crew.. after I chew you, they'll be ate/eight |
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We both ain't shit in this game of ruckus.. but here's the difference |
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You ain't shit and I ain't shit you wanna **** with |
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You must wanna get tossed, the most dominate |
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Wack crews are straight.. dumb mother****ers I got a problem with |
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Remain anonymous.. the weak speak and die |
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And I was rhymin with my mouth shut if you left the scene alive |
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Lame teams brains are fried |
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When I come off the top, like I chose to commit suicide, then changed my mind |
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The sun I've trained to rise and set |
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When better atoms are spliced correct |
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Which explains Alaska's weather patterns |
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Drop hot lines to scold you |
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I'm at the point at my life where mach 5 is old school |
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You god damn right, too deep to calculate |
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It took a while to drop the fat shit, sorry about the weight |
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I bet it takes practicin and hardship |
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For you to clutch the mic and spit some fascinating garbage |
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You biters stop tryin to rock |
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You stayed off beat so long, I mistook you for a retired cop |
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You're trapped in the atmosphere I created |
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You black out.. wake up and discover that I've evaded |
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I want you to aim wrong remain strong |
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Although its hard to stay calm when your face is laced with napalm |
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When it's rip time you need to praise us |
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You ain't met a man yet that spits strychnine and pisses razors |
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[Chorus] |
