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[ verse 1:keith nut ] |
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Holy christ, i leave rappers' souls as cold as ice |
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I'm like a poltergeist when i strike, turnin men to mice |
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Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four |
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Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor |
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Niggas thought they seen the last of this |
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Project poet assassinist |
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Whose status is never havin to clappin clips |
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Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes |
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Life luxury ??? crackin it |
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Runnin with drugs and dealers |
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Thugs and killers, slugs in villas |
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Black gorillas and million dollar billers |
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Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate |
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Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises |
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Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly |
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Movin steadily, thoroughly |
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Clippin you somethin terribly |
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Keith nut, one of the last to go |
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One of the last to flow |
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One of the last niggas to blow |
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[ chorus: armageaddon ] |
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Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (t squad) |
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Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (keith nut) |
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Now who them niggas that be roamin the town |
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Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down |
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Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (t squad) |
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Now who them niggas that be payin dues? ('geaddon) |
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Now who them niggas that be roamin the town |
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Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down |
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[ verse 2: armageaddon ] |
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I'm here to reclaim my respect |
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Reppin the set that be bangin my chest |
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T.s., the god's medaillon, tombstone and begets |
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Alone and wet i blow my own tec |
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Ever had beef with 'geadd and hold no regrets |
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Then you was no threath |
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I go to death blessed with god's heed |
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And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee |
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And my plot's greed, my theme's murder |
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My climax is when the heat from the burner |
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Blast me the wings to go further |
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Nigga, the century's turnin and i went out of patience |
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You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration |
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Again, think about it, before my gun hollers |
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And kill everything around em even if you bought the album |
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Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics |
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Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit |
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Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind |
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Piercin the meat and [edited]back out again |
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[ chorus ] |
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[ verse 3: keith nut ] |
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Next nigga treason's gonna meet the demons |
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Left for his mama grievin |
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When i squeeze the desert eag' and cease his breathin |
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Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for death |
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Clap him at the chest, bless him with the wesson, hope you got your vest |
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Keith's the last to test, the last to gasp for breath |
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Send you on a crash course to death when i blast the tec |
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Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually |
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Stackin g's, sippin d'acquerys, livin happily rapidly |
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[ verse 3: armageaddon ] |
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I don't give a fuck, all i could do with my life was pitch my luck |
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Act sheist when they look at us, that's the price when you cruise a truck |
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And i'd advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust |
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Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust |
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You never know when it's over, rise up out of the tomb and dust |
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The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was |
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And i recognize ??? for doin the shit that stupid does |
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My cats gon' shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug |
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[ chorus ] |
