| ]Rahzel]:
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| 30 seconds to respond. |
| 30 seconds to respond to our mind controlling mechanism.
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| 30 seconds to respond to our mind controlling mechanism. |
| We are now
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| controlling your mind. |
| We are now controlling your mind. |
| We are now controlling
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| your mind. |
| Ultramagnetic
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| Yo. |
| Man verses machine. |
| Rahzel with DJ JS-1 AKA John Stockton. |
| Ultramagnetic
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| I be that hype dude, check one for the altitude
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| Brand new, double K and an alpha mood
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| I pitch it like that, I switch it like that, you mix it like that
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| Man verses machine
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| I did it like that
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| Super so nice, super so coke, super so ice
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| The hype is nice as foes go micless for pimp hoe prices
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| We step on mices
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| Your terrible, switch back
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| Whether you get smacked
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| I just did that
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| Your toy is a Kit Kat, you man can skit skat
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| With definite wordplay, no chat, hearsay
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| Style more greater than
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| Style more better than
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| Style more quotable
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| Style more veteran
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| Suckers want the evidence, yep rap president
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| (Ultramagnetic)
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| Superstar Donny
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| Ridin' around in a stretch Maserati
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| (Sportin' my rhymes)
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| Kool Keith
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| I’m sendin' brains a bendin'
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| «You're a slave to my sound waves»
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| I’m sendin' brains a bendin'
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| «You're a slave to my sound waves»
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| Can-I-Bus, known and respected for his own method
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| The U.F.O. |
| records was just the beginning
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| My muscles are repairin', I’m losin' my hearin'
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| My spirit still too close for you to come near it
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| My legacy ends
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| Again and again and again and again
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| And 100 more of them
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| Who wanna contend? |
| You need a 100 more men
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| My speech starts the planet, multiples of ten
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| I gain solace every rhyme I deposit
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| The V.A. |
| gave me supposed combat chronic
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| Soldier gonna be back on response recovery
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| Who beat the blood out the beat, wasn’t me
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| A new man emerged, badly burned
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| I just put the track back on the Bradley sir
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| Presto, zuto, tropical storm Ernesto
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| As told by Admiral West on Dead Zone
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| Out in Florida, low key
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| Nah homie, this water fountain right here for aliens only
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| The commando dosey doe in his ranch home
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| The boarder sun rise in the valley of the moon
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| I howl like I mean it
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| I had me a Bodega priestess behind the rose wall, secrets
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| 21 bars, Necronomicon Laws
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| I can’t do a tour I’m a danger to you all
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| 23 bars, Necronomicon Laws
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| I can’t do a tour I’m a danger to you all
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| «You're a slave to my sound waves»
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| I’m sendin' brains a bendin'
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| «You're a slave to my sound waves»
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| I’m sendin' brains a bendin'
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| «You're a slave to my sound waves» |