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It's Des, you know the nigga that'll never spit a whack rhyme |
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I'm too devoted on the concept of gettin mine |
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You shook as an old fact, Pharaohs is born to shine |
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And body a motherfucker, won't do a bit of time |
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My arrogance on the mic like none other grind |
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Older than adolescent boys and past (?) |
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A slang editor level box, this beat bang |
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If reef is touching goons stick you for loose change |
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Yeah that's your last six bucks, bitch boy duck |
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Run for cover, rounds spinning graze your wife and mother |
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Syze, Demoz, Vinnie Paz, and Des D |
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Bringing this animal rap so niggas bless me |
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[Verse 2: Demoz] |
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D is for the way I demolish niggas |
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E is for the way I exit the room without being spotted, nigga (Can't spot me, nigga) |
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M is for the multiple bullets inside the gun |
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O is for the obstacle you thought I couldn't overcome |
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Z is for the way I'm zoned out (zoned out) |
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I'm pulling the chrome out, I shoot a nigga's flesh till his bones out |
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I don't give a fuck about police (I don't give a fuck) |
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Nigga you know me, I shoot under pressure like Kobe |
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Then hop in the whip and just take off |
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If you ain't in my circle then I'm killing everybody like Adolf (Everybody) |
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Chainsaw massacre, I'm ripping his face off |
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Fuck a bar of soap, I stuff a sock with an eight-ball |
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[Chorus: Demoz] |
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If you a nigga with an issue and got access to a pistol |
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Listen closely put your clip in the gun |
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If a nigga hating on you cause you nice and he the opposite |
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Listen closely take a sip of this rum, shoot his bitch and his son |
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Now if a cop is following you and you know you riding a dirty |
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Grab your pistol and get ready for war, nigga we ready for war |
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So if they catch you and sitting for an army in a cell |
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Kill yourself, give em a story to tell, give em a story to tell |
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[Verse 3: King Syze] |
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Eh yo this ain't no breaking news, just happens we been murking it |
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Hurting shit permanent, populate some turbulence |
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We beat you incoherent like people popping them Percocets |
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New game we birthed it, honestly we earning this |
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And we get up in the lab and make music for us |
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We chasing the main phrase you know in God we trust |
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And the skills never change, staying strong and forever reign |
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Haters love to talk but believe man they never gain |
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Mic ministry spitting misery every single day |
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For that little bit of pay we spit metal your way |
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We get hectic for a monster is mounting the scrilla |
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Money is the root of all evil man, it makes me a killer |
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[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] |
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It's on now, I'm coming at you with machetes and hatchets |
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Everything I do is brutal, incredibly graphic |
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Of mice and men motherfuckers you tend to the rabbits |
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Suicidal, I wish the Unabomber sent me a package |
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I don't know if you faggot but y'all is very puss |
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I just know I'm running through motherfuckers like Reggie Bush |
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I don't think I'm lazy, I just need a steady push |
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Then I'm ready with the Beretti for any petty crook |
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I'm ready for anybody to come out and assault |
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I run with brothers that's gully and they fouler than pork |
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You a pussy, you running from the sound of the Hawk |
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I turn a rock into rubble, you get ground into dirt |