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You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life |
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Before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced |
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I warned you before, |
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I'm addicted to war |
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I was praying for |
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Armageddon on the day |
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I was born |
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Incite and ignite, cried my muse |
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Elevating |
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IQ's as I enter the room |
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It's elemental, defying gravity |
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With these lyrical miracles and street philosophies |
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It's the chosen child destroying idols like |
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I'm Gideon |
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Manipulating matter, transfer data like a |
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Pentium processor |
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Throw these rocks atcha |
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I be the queen weaving dreams with supreme lectures |
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Infect ya, lyrically dissect ya |
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I got control of your soul so no gods can protect ya |
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I betcha, we can set ya free, best believe |
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That this tribe of mystery was born and bred to conceive |
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Brilliant galaxies of mind expanding poetry |
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Enemies know it's me, armed with mental weaponry |
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Ain't no testing me, the tribe comes prepared to live |
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You're just a drone to the hive, ain't no way you'll survive |
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Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy |
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Run for cover, run for cover |
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No one gets out alive |
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Run for cover, run for cover |
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No one gets out alive |
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Ripped at the seams |
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I destroy galaxies |
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Word becomes flesh, |
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I bring nations to its knees |
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So feel the blast as this broadcasts out |
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Any doubt that real rhymes last |
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It's the voice of the apocalypse, the god of war |
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With Osiris' esophagus, an omnivore |
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Take you higher than the |
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Krishna consciousness |
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From Gotham to |
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Metropolis, the lesser gods eradicate the obvious |
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We fight for all of us so get off the ground |
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Weapon systems armed, it's about to go down |
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It's for the crown |
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Ravage, vanquish, mangle, destroy |
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Run for cover, run for cover |
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No one gets out alive |
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Run for cover, run for cover |
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No one gets out alive |
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Craven, there will be blood on my fists, on your face |
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On the ground around us, this is pain, have a taste |
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I'm addicted to the rush of bruises and bloodstains |
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Dark God in my veins, |
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I will hate it all away, no, nothing will remain |
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The enemy is me |
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You weak, ineffectual plebe |
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Even Jesus worships me, |
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I bow down to none |
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Your little light is like a candle, trying to outshine the sun |
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Run for cover, run for cover, run for cover |
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No one gets out alive |
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Inside my mind where heaven and hell collide |
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You won't survive |
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Suck and swallow your pride, suck and swallow your pride |
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No one gets out alive |
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The enemy is me, the enemy is me |
