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im alive, |
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i can feel the blood |
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rushin thru my veins |
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an thats all i need to know, |
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cuz im not lookin for a change. |
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cuz i got friends and enemies, |
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but it just dont bother me, |
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cuz as long as i believe, |
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i can breath! |
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[End Of Chorus] |
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[Prevail] |
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metamorphis, battleaxe fortress, |
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four-hundred horsepower |
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full moon the sorceress |
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swollen members an my girl, NF |
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the predators an the terminator |
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the tribes cold breath |
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why we hurt em' later |
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we can do so much damage now, |
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they'll truck em |
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when i hit em |
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so much garbage around |
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yells, bells, and whistles |
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like carnival sounds. |
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phenominal adrenaline |
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from the words of my mouth. |
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[Mad Child] |
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how did shayne manage |
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to rap? |
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with brain damage im phat |
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remain famished and stacked |
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your playin with the |
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praying mantis, |
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infact you gigantic, |
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you sink like titanic |
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panic attack act up |
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an Im a mack-truck. |
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crash into disaster |
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smash like master-plaster, |
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punker, |
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rangle-monster wants |
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to stomp ya |
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crushin cuz im ? |
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crushin ? |
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will tomorrow be the same |
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blood rushin thru my veins? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Nelly Furtado] |
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a noices people i knew had to, thats\ we are of this point to do what i did of |
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so spoint to to weither it be easy enough to do |
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[Moka] |
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im sharin a mouth |
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im like a crispy creme |
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prevayer belt. |
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with the sync notes |
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swollen like your lymphnods, |
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we went from instro to intro to |
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insto, |
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coincidentally |
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messin up your mental state, |
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we makin ends glow |
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pacific center ? |
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me an my kinfolk atttention |
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nobody can do it like your man mok' |
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my bands dope! |
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the tracks all flow |
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im beautiful |
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thats for sure! |
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[Prevail] |
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the harlem of queens, |
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the decibal kings, |
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inevetable, we were born to do incredible things, |
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i let it ? like freedom |
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swing letters from my jaw |
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twenty six in the mix |
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an we do it better than ya'll |
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[Mad Child] |
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im a neanderthal, |
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yuor bound ta fall, |
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im wonderful |
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we warned ya all |
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its foreign to y'all |
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its wonderful the underworld |
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beautiful minds, |
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tryin to keep it independant |
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in recruitable times. |
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[Chorus (x2)] |
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[Moka] |
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we crashin thru you, |
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now feel the magnitude |
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were flashin thru |
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inside of you |
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it has to do with how |
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you do your thing |
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be true to only you |
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well moka only |
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tellin you |
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is take your soul an |
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talent to |
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the next plateau |
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an balance |
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who you try to think of times two |
