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The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party |
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Keep an MC head spinnin' like |
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Dark Bacardi, this |
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BAC is 2. 3 |
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Now the liver' s damaged, but his lungs are joint free |
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So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well |
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Kick somethin' live stop chirpin' like |
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NextelI' m all in together, a swordsman forever |
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I paint the town red with many heads are severed |
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RAW, I still bring trouble to |
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Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you |
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Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date |
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Rook down a |
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E4 look, it' s checkmate |
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No other way to describe a catastrophe |
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The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically |
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Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter |
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Horrific torture by prolific authors |
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Shape and mold |
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MC' s, like |
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I' m playin' the skelly top |
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It' s gettin', " |
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Hot In Here" |
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Like the single that |
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Nelly dropped |
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So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft |
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A little rock' ll turn ' em into |
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Ivan Koloff |
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Why do the |
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Gods make |
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MC' s study from |
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Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become |
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Under the study with the sword above the head |
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So he would keep in mind under the open pledge |
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Fierce glisten, somethin' so sharp |
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Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate |
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Close combat, this is |
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MC' ing at it' s best |
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But there is no contest, sent |
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I' m thisSpeaking of a test, this and try to question this |
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He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization |
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Shell casin', universal nation |
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Could he be the one predicted? |
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Presidential sent in |
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Old school soul to war us, be the growlest |
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Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid |
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Is it the zig zag? |
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I' ma pay you a visit |
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Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard |
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World, I' m not the same |
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I go somewhere, don' t remember how |
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I cameIs it the weed, the hash or the ' caine? |
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Or the Digi being stained on my brain? |
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Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter' s on choke |
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If surrounded, seven men drop from one scope |
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Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff |
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To defeat me, ten beno' s wouldn' t be enough |
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I sleep in the lion' s den without the steel iron |
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Ascended like |
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Wu, so coming down from |
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Mt. ZionSuperlogical this, superlogical that |
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Digital, take it back with superlogical rap |
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Have a shootout at midnight, the sequel' s quicker |
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Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker |
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You distressed like the damsel, lost like little rascal |
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A flame couldn' t generate the heat of a candle |
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Me, I be a |
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Killa Bee, keepin' exilery |
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Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime' |
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Master the millipede, you try to end the sea |
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Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery |
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A black blind governor, a rich white mayor |
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Man, this whole city ain' t got a prayer |
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Bobby has invaded, now the whole town' s slated |
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Your decapitated head is being took and operated |
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Up and down the avenue, |
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I drive a shatterproof |
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Benz and all my men' s are tattle proof |
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My mic is a dyke, my life is a light |
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A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night? |
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You get trapped in my shadow of dark ark, who goes there? |
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PowerU smells like carp, don' t put your nose there |
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Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound' s bleedin' |
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And it' s been two weeks since they had their last feedin' |
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Ain' t nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand |
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And spread it out, over twenty acres of land |
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Some call me steels, ' cause it' s hard to bend me |
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CCypher Pigs can' t apprehend me |
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In a no smokin' zone, |
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I smoke bones of hash |
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Niggas see me, then |
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I disappear in the flash |
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Next time |
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I' m spotted, |
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I got the fatter wallet |
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Movin' with a click that stick like dry porrage |
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Someone' s been sittin' in my chair, who goes there? |
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To sub zero cold, your words can' t flow here |
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Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice |
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Say your prayers at night, ' fore you touch that mic |