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[U-God] Yo, yo, yo, yo |
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Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin |
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One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons |
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Burn, handgun herns, standin firm |
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Return from mega-death, |
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I'll tell you what's left |
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Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man |
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With the Grand |
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Canyon rap, |
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U dynamic wingspan |
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The Power from the |
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Clan, yo, is more than fantastic |
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Pull pins out the hazard, on this |
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Battlestar |
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Galactic' |
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Skull tactic, sporatic, |
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Asiatic, long awaited |
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Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated |
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You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax |
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Rip the China |
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White shit, flip a dynamite ax |
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Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin |
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Feed me the |
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Power, meteor shower when |
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I'm boxin [Chorus: U-God] |
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Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
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I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
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The S on your chest, better stand for |
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Super-stress |
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And Leatha |
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Face pressed, next, here to set you |
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REC! I suggest niggas come |
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To the Rescue [Leatha Face] |
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I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta |
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Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered |
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By my block sponsers, monster |
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Tonka truck ya |
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The whole train conductor |
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A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka |
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Brotha suffer, my |
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Dutch puff as sinister as the |
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Feds Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head |
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Drippin wet from death threat messages |
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I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over |
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Internets |
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Heart colder than |
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Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense |
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Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess |
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Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets |
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Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows |
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Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen |
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Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document |
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Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition |
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Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin |
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Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites |
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Splatter guys, get ya food ate like |
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I'm Big Mac and fries |
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Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives |
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Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside |
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In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow |
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Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles |
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Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you |
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Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you |
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Claim professional, but |
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I never met you |
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Son I never forget you |
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I slaughter foes when my particles wet you |
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To the Rescue [Chorus: U-God] |
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Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
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I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
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The S on your chest, better stand for |
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Super-Stress |
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The Golden |
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Arms pressed, next, here to set you |
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REC! I suggest niggas come |
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To the Rescue [U-God] |
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Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold |
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Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold |
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My throat harden for |
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Harlem, harness the volume |
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With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin |
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It's two men awesome, uncanny |
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The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny |
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Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me |
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I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw |
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Menate the the law, practice my ambition |
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Understand determination, plus my burnin condition |
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Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster |
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Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster |
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Exotic lens, bionic |
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Timb's, hardco' organic |
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The floor panic when revolvin, |
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Shaolin dodgin |
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Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" |
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Its Basic |
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Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred |
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The Rushmore |
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Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness |
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Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse |
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The crash course, the portions of my |
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Porsche Divorse it, the |
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Holocaust exhaust, driven with force |
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Mighty ship back on course, |
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I almost lost it |
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Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing |
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Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin |
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Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation |
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Standin ovation, rap devastation |
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New animation, the scandal |
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Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, |
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I'll bless you |
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God damn you! |
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To the rescue [Chorus: U-God] |
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Professional vets, now comin through vexed |
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I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? |
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The S on your chest, better stand for |
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Super-Stress |
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The Golden |
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Arms pressed, next, here to set you |
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REC! I suggest niggas come |
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To the Rescue |
