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(Killah Priest) |
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In the galaxy there's a cube, the cube is the net |
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The net is the streets where killers log on to connect |
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Neurotransmitters dealers' recept |
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Looking for a transplant *****s for the body to reject |
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Thru the street deep, neurons, *****s form like cells |
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Holding heat, molecules that'll buss off at least shells |
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A round of ground of ya domes town, chrome four pound |
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And park in lake areas, hunters release the hounds |
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Here's where the peptide feeds on they own proteins |
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Single iron will blow ions |
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***** contaminate the bloodstream |
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Arteries clog ya lobbies, receptors not enough oxygen's |
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Red cells camouflage with shotty's |
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Peptides are synthesized in the neutrons soma |
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Caused the block to go into a coma |
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Synaptics die, rush, switch the chemicals after the ***** aroma |
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Removal of the blocks, brains mechanism, may affect the system |
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Get out of line, flatline when the tec will hit 'em |
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Respect the wisdom or its death in prison |
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(Hook) |
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In the street matrix |
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Thugs shed blood in front of all nations |
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The Beast soon arise, surprise! Saddam had a facelift |
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Big Brother disguise, I hide in the space*******p |
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In the street matrix |
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(Killah Priest) |
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Alkaline thugs blasting at amino acid *****s |
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Attack the killers, follow white rabbit dealers |
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Downholes Merovingian ho's, holding ratchet triggers |
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Underground railroads like modern Harriet pictures |
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Drug endorphins is released |
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Ecstasy *****es walking in the streets |
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Coffins beneath, opiates, OG kids |
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But nothing in New York is sweet |
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Jezebel show ya ***** with the bullets she caught with her teeth |
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Blocks are sedated, till the glocks is waving |
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Cops are caving, shots are blazing |
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Like the Nazis invading, dude's beefing |
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Till the glucagon, PCP's start secretion |
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Than this ***** whispers the secret |
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The laws of attraction, war there's action |
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Capping, stabbing, the old lady telling the captain |
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While the *******ysts grafting, so take a trip thru the mind |
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And take a trip down the train line |
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At the same time, what's out there is in you |
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The real meaning of an interview, street matrix |
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(Hook) |
