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Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl |
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L.I.F.E. Long shakin planets for the ? |
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? lands when I spit out and hurl words |
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It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd |
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We planted our flags on your soils |
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Despoiling opponents with turmoil |
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? couldn't be aluminum foil |
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We potent with rounds lit out similar to ? |
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I was there when it all first sparked |
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Jersey next to poisonous darts |
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Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery |
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Snatch your whole team's referee machinery |
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Before knowin I landmine spot blowing |
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Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm |
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BITCH SLAP |
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Make your whole body feel it when I spray |
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The battle's just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays |
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Mega with his arms folded |
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Fists balled up |
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Toast (?) on the side of my waist |
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V on the buckle of the belt |
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Rappin' hell (?) |
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Cape flowin |
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Still standin |
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With two cannons |
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1 3 2 got me vanished |
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Ninja in the night with the phantoms |
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Amped up, set off hoppers (?) |
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See rays blast from the optics |
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Livin in f**ked up ghetto economics |
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Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics |
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Animals released out of boxes |
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Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat |
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That'll leave you all gone on the float |
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Split belly cos you off the boat |
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The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods |
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Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards |
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I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid (?) |
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Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich (?) |
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Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks |
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The audience backed you |
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I drank eight ounces of water |
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With my time capsule |
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Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric |
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A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets |
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Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes |
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Who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?) |
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Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis |
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Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea |
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On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel's feet |
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Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency |
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(We spit thoughts!) |
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I translate harpoons to sharp death |
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When the point is made, from my underwater breath |
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Don't get walls confused with linoleum |
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And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!) |
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Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on |
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But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand |
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Strong Atoms, whole family dear |
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To duplicate & recreate could take a light year |
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Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face |
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Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space |
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We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin |
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Got the scroll of Galactus now I'm planet-swallowin |
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Megala's got the surfboard and he's hollerin |
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All arch-enemies must die |
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And I know you not unbreakable son, that's a lie |
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And you can't have my 3.14, that's my pi... (stupid!) |
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I'm a diamond in the rough, and you're lucy in the sky with a cubic |
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Your raps don't do it |
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I deal with cloud nigga patrol |
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Plus my real name is closer to Thor's than yours |
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Where we practice there is no flaw |
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This is the battle for Asgard (say no more) |
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Atoms fam & Stronghold, nuclear clamp the mic |
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And you and your best friend don't even sound tight |
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I guess something ain't right |
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We like constellations when they close in |
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The lost sons of Odin |
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With a mouthful of parables to get em open |
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But the psionic imagery'll leave em frozen |
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I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period |
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Then conversate with the burning bush about a period |
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And bust through your ego like the high line (?) of scrimmage |
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Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes |
