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[Verse 1: Planetary] |
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I ain't never worship the Devil |
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I'm always cursing in churches, my mother heard I'm a rebel |
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I ran like a rebel, in 89, no baby nine |
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Only weapon I had was a crazy rhyme |
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But now it's the 2010 era |
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Where I ain't even gotta use a pen to bend letters |
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And you can listen to that, I recommend better |
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How about the Army of the Pharaohs rap trend setters |
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You see my endeavours are bound to end eras |
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My syllable send terror, you killable men tear up |
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I heard there's faggots I could find you with |
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So don't forget I spit shit to leave him swine flu sick |
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Let me remind you quick, I'm 2-1-5 |
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Killadel county count me in I run through clicks |
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I can take em back to battling, my javelin jagged |
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I man handle 'em, call me rap's Marilyn Manson |
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I'm dancing with demons with decorated pants from them bleeding |
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Blasting your regions with poetry and passionate teaching |
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The music is leaking, it's seeping thru the pores on tour |
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Still raw, still swarming with the \"Storm of Swords\" |
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[Chorus:] |
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Blood in, blood out |
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We run into this game until it runs out |
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Blood in, blood out |
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Am I my brother's keeper? No doubt |
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[Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] |
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My life on trial, ya'll testify |
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My wife don't smile, then she can slide |
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I don't bite my tongue, don't need replies |
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I eat cyanide before I eat my pride |
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Tell G \"you and me\ |
