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I'm spittin' with the venom |
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To your soul through flesh and denim |
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I kill every opponent with the message that |
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I send 'em |
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And I leave 'em, with no heart-beatin', the lungs breathin' |
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Their last thought was questioning the demon they believe in |
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Forcing me to start kickin' mental martial arts |
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Piercing they hearts, with all these metaphorical darts |
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Make use of this verbal abuse and call a truce' |
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Cause the verse hurts worse, and works quick as a noose |
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Stop frontin', you wantin' my mouth to stop running |
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Some sought assault, but the thoughts kept comin' |
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The last man who tried, well, he died in his sleep |
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I can't believe what |
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I was saying put him 6 feet deep |
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Diagnosed with an overload flow to his brain |
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I guess the truth that |
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I told him, must have drove him insane |
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Any rough @.$@., can pull the trigger, but |
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I'm bigger |
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The poisoned lyrics make you sick quicker than liquor |
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So go blast your gun, |
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I'm gonna be the one who'll be yellin' victory |
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When all is said and done son |
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Now I'm battling my wars |
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With chords and metaphors |
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Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force |
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For sure the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure |
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Of course the pen's mightier than the sword |
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So blow me up with a bomb, |
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I'll move on and go beyond |
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Like the wayward son, and carry on |
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I'm forever green, |
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I'm what you never seen before |
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What you thought was raw was far from hardcore |
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I'm alive on a compact disc, |
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I never miss, |
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I always hit |
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Assuring I'll forever exist |
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Three times as arrogant as |
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Cannibis is |
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Now they teaching classes, calling it |
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The Borial- |
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AnalysisI grip the mic as if |
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I'm never gonna pass it |
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When I spit the ancient and eternal to the masses |
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Enthusiastic, opposite of plastic |
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Just recorded this shit, and it's already classic |
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Man on a mission, holding my position |
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With no war paints, just poetic ammunition |
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Now I'm battling my wars |
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With chords and metaphors |
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Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force |
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For sure the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure |
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Of course the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Combat, without physical contact, you're under attack |
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Gettin' bashed, smashed, slashed, and gashed |
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With the sharp tongue, piercin' your ear drum |
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It's fearsome, slinging your gun son, |
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I ain't even got one |
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I'm doing what |
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I say, and saying what |
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I meanWith words that cut clean from a poet supreme |
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I flip tha |
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Tai-Chi Chuan, droppin' terrorist bombs |
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With blood from |
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Lebanon like |
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Kahlil Gibran |
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I reside in the hills outside the city walls |
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Behind closed doors with the infinite source |
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While you're dwellin' in your hood, inhaling the smog |
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I'll be in the woods, puffin' logs talkin' to |
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GodUninvolved with ya'll, |
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I'm watchin' all far from afar |
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Loungin' on a mountain top, countin' the stars |
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Now I'm battling my wars |
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With chords and metaphors |
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Lord knows the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Armed with my thoughts and the almighty force |
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For sure the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Destroy the flesh, but the core will endure |
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Of course the pen's mightier than the sword |
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Mightier than the sword (3X) |