| Father, our family was always loyal
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| You traitors have betrayed our trust
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| We have been deliberately lured in this battle
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| To destroy the end… AWWW!, father! |
| (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
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| Approach like a ghost, in a thousand men host
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| Prepare for the battle, all you saw was their shadows
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| Solomon’s thought, was hit on fort, swords drawn
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| The king in the back, they formatted like pawns
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| Prepare for the attack, heard the whips crack
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| Fatal guillotine’s took flight, snatch heads, brought them back
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| Before they can blast, one gun, half a cal., he was done
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| One fourth was blinded by reflection of the sunlight
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| Off the shield, the golden blade, golden wheel
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| Five element ninja was patrollin’the hill
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| The enemy face defeat, the reminder of his fleet tried to retreat
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| To the mountain side, it was countin’on a cage for a safe place to hide
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| Location was lurked about, brought turned about
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| Called the men, burned them out
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| Capture up theire leader, made 'em stiff like an ameba
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| Broke his bat like semi cheeba
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| Stuck on poodle, we hold weight like a sumo
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| Great, fast, like Bruno Sammartino
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| Burnin’Dominick Alovito and Angelina Lugo
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| (Six return) .Yo, yo, yo, yo I burn mics micro rhymes of White Mike on turnpikes
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| You’ll get sucked by the light
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| M.C.'s get stuck up by the Bai Me nine strikes
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| Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. |
| Room
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| Ya crabs, won’t fall from the Sun of Neptune
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| I don’t fuck wit dead birds, be the true and living word
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| Gods seem to heard, keep the best part preserved
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| Then penetrate, ya bodies five major gates
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| The pulsatin’beat vibrates, and yo thighs shake
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| You fruitcake, little tiny small molecular
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| Miniature, minute, itty bitty, microscopic
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| Subatomic, fragile, frail, timid, weak
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| Soft, thuggy, Puffy the Dragon, spineless jellyfish
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| Can’t fuck wit this, Wu-Tang swordplay remains too crisp
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| You savage, we cripple (To destroy the enemy, AWW!)
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| Fuck that.
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| Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
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| Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
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| The 9th Prince blowin’sacrifices
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| Lyrical wolverine, dances wit wolves, lead by Crisis
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| The Prince wisdom is deep like black holes open the Abyss
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| Recollect digital, that’s a death wish
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| I burn like flame on, Iron Palm
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| Rhyme in Napalm, fear the God, even to smile like Saddam
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| Microphone choreographer, picture what I vision like a photographer
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| The golden flow uno boxer, law and order, fiends warriors
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| Secret Victoria, defenders of the universe
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| Creepers creep, don then try to peep before I hit him in his sleep
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| I’m legendary like Eleven the veteran, from the Mediterranean
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| Who watched the braveheart, warlord, killa stash, barbarians
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| The renegade with a hand grenade
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| Explosion, front locus, will blow ya hearing aid
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| Causin’those who misunderstood what I had to say to throw shit on stage
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| But I still reign, grab ya Bandaids ya rhymes cut like switchblades
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| Yo bring it back
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| Deliberately lured into this battle
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| To destroy the Yang… AWW
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| At last, in the hope
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| The last mark
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| Say ya prayers |