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Skuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run |
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Dirty weaponry fill my clip with rusty dum dums |
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It hardly worked right, when i bust it hardly jerked right |
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Smith and wesson type, illuminate the block all night |
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Serial scraped, found it in the nearby lake |
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Dried it off, an hour later caught your man for his cake |
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Administrate an earthquake, the earth shake |
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Your body ache, your lifes at stake stake |
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Your lyrics aint holding no wieght |
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Parylize your enterprise cause they moving like snakes |
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Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas |
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Spark that ass with the friction that my music enhance |
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Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash |
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Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last |
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Knowledge and understanding one and the same |
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I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain |
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I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins |
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Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came |
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[ 9th prince ] |
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Yo, yo im the master of ceremony revolutionist |
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Pirates of dark waters meterologist |
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Slang thugs be sublime to to abdict lyrics is dangerous |
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I exiled myself from earth and built a home on uranus |
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9th prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic |
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The stage is gymnasium |
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I slay through the rythem, i tear notes like patriotism |
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The universal, find at rehearsal |
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Rappers is too commercial, i live til we murder you |
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We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition |
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With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils |
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Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses |
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Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface |
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Psychic predictions, its the imitation of the minds of egyptians |
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Political, poor then musician |
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Tools hit the moon make the earth cause collision |
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With seven planets, then i vanish |
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So call me the human titanic |
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Seize the prisoner in captivity |
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Son of solar broke the laws of gravity |
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Fellows incarcerated, assault and battery against the music academy |
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Mcs is too gentle |
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Stab my pencil inside your temple |
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And revenge the general |
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[ chorus: p.r. terrorist ] |
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Red dawn, war pawns, raps nasty like porn |
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Pass on, transform, arm leg leg arm |
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Supreme head, infra-red, we form like voltron |
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We form like voltron |
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[ beretta 9 ] |
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We go to war like arabians, pakistinians, richmond and indians |
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Germans, muslims, vikings, patriots |
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Trojans, conquistodors, romans |
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Projects, aztecs, confederates, yankees, nazis |
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Nomvets drown you in the ocean get your shit open |
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Shouldve had your sword but it was broken |
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Strike your whole facility with strength and agility |
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To the best of my ability with heavy artillerary |
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Extreme me a military killarmy adversary |
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Shot your first platoon, drop a bomb on your secondary |
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Mindstate be war, for this newer revolutionary |
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Beretta aiming sights at your dome and at your coronary |
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Then i finish you off with a banner to the respiratory |
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Best prepare to die when you step into my territory |
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[ chorus ] ( 2x ) |
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Then drop a bomb |
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Word is bon |
