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If I could rule the world like Kurtis |
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I'd wear my crown to a tilt |
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Garnish the world with fine silk |
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And look over what I build and say |
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Wicked are those who cross the path of righteous men |
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Let me start again (for what) |
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For those who can't comprehend |
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Lee majors |
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The virus |
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Niggas they run from us |
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We the spot runners |
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I'll snatch your land like colombus |
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Take crews in large numbers |
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Who'll be the 1st to seal their fate |
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And make me play the album |
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I'm out to rule the world |
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While you talk about your silly glasses |
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Half-ass rappers can't match this |
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The shit I practice |
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Shakes the world off its axis |
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Your vaginal flow can't compete with my |
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God like tactics |
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Sharp as a cactus |
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My personnel behind doors |
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Getting ready building missles for the next world war |
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I kidnapped the president's wife |
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Strapped with a butter knife |
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Planned to take her life in exchange for insight |
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About the new world order |
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My troops will move across the border |
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With plans to overthrow your government |
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Seal up the border |
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More than a corner |
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The whole earth is a game |
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We bout to take over this world |
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Like the brain |
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Man your shit is insane |
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[verse 2: Lee Majors] |
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My crew line up like picket fences |
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Cautious |
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No remorses |
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We squaring off on the oval office |
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Shacked up on iron horses |
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No playas |
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Just coaches |
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Deep like army ants on the backs of roaches |
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You can't approach us |
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My team's strapped with knowledge of self |
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Giving love to a few |
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Hated by everyone else |
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Coz up on the earth it's kind of hard to maintain |
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We 'bout to take over this world |
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Like the brain |
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Show 'em what you mean |
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[verse 3: Lee Majors] |
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Face to face |
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The mics embraced |
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Tracks is laced |
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If I ruled the world |
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I'd create a whole master race |
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In distant lands |
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Where they quote my rhymes and scriptures |
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Words feel like hitler's worst shit |
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My baby pictures |
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Lovin' me |
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Using my old clothes for currency |
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Words against me |
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Blasphemy |
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See it has to be |
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Ask me |
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My faculty will stomp through like genghis |
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Rappers get extinguished through flows that we relenquish |
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I mean this |
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Dope since the stage of a fetus |
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Nowadays they still cant fix my broken english |
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So find a exit |
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When we come through we rule the world like the brain |
