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Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught |
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And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart [Malik B] |
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Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive |
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Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested with more destruction, my vocal eruption was speakin bout corruption with no introduction |
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Approach me with caution cause |
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I spark losses |
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M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin |
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Leavin niggaz stiff like |
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I'm starchin, departin |
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Hollywood |
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Sambos and jokes just like |
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Martin I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword |
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Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold |
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They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud |
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If this a point of life, one |
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I can't afford |
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Then I have to get sheist and |
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I deal in fraud |
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Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher |
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With more drama than a soap opera |
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Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander |
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Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander |
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Warn every challenger, about the silencer |
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Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar [Chorus] [Black Thought] |
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I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical undergrads, and steady red faces of stone |
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Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative |
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Philly crimin-al, |
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I rhyme my, dirt |
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Tariq already did |
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Buildin this, |
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Fifth foundation in the wilderness |
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Thought-less, trespass and enter |
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Thought's fortress |
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Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless |
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Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches |
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The beat Fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches |
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Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem |
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Fuck stardom, and chickens up in |
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Gotham Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me |
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STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that |
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I stroll through your scenery cocked back |
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Me and Hot |
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Mack, the nine-eight, |
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El Dorado |
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Cadillac Jacks [Chorus] |
