| Just What Can Happen x 5
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| Verb and add a metere
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| Prime time for your mind staff
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| Lyrically I be the illest monster
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| Stomp ya One for the treble
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| Touching on board, Concorde
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| Stopping the Flight 11
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| Soaring way beyond ya Comprhension, watch the engine
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| Toppling and mock the opposition
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| Not to knock my vision
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| Slaughtering and not to mention
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| Hostages and morph inside the fortune off
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| And while I’m scoping
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| Popping open bottles
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| Dropping tokens-where i’ll get off
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| And stopping aint an option
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| Dropping solar cosmic rhymes
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| And toxic poems, Quannum sock ya Who can rock and
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| I’m a mess
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| Test a G I rap and see
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| You’re back
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| You’re knowing me A half a thousand penance back
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| I leave your Adam’s apple swelling
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| Felons laughing like I’m Adam Sandler
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| Smack an average amateur
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| Towards your slacking, savage, radical, oral path
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| I’m motal rapping
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| Black immortal tan and tab
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| And over Spanish black
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| You know the man is Cracking open planets, graphics ultra maim
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| And that shows there has been infactual in Gab and black you know it’s mass impact
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| You roll and pass and flinch
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| I make it happen
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| Just what can happen x 4
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| To crush a brain
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| You never bust in vain
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| And must you train
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| Amongst insane
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| The youngters craving
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| Aiming for the jugular vein
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| Complain above your range
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| I strain to shove you out your lane
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| It’s pain
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| I came to snub your aim
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| And duck your lame
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| And uplift
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| Ancient culture angles
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| Tangle up Your mangled structure
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| I done just broke your brain
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| It’s over — novacaine ain’t up ta My Alien Invasion y’all
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| A cra |