| Yo, yo, I’m Jesus, my right hand writes diseases
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| My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness
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| I’m covered in blood wherever the feast is
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| Find me covered in blood wherever police is
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| I’m covered in blood wherever your niece is
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| I’m covered in mud from burying heaters
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| Vinnie Paz fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases
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| Hit you in the chest till you don’t even know what breathe is
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| We demons, with blood-lust for heathens
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| Born through a storm on a sea with Galileans
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| In cold regions, we rocking it well
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| And that’s why every fucking time I drop and it sell
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| And that’s why every fucking time I’m dropping a shell
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| And that’s why every fucking time I pop and you yell
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| Mock you in hell, you motherfuckers can’t stop us
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| You more overhyped than Elián González
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| Ayo, we speak now or forever hold our piece
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| A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police
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| Yo, yo, I dump you like candle wax
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| You a waist/waste product like fanny packs
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| I handicap give panic attacks like anthrax
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| You catch a, foreign disease like overseas
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| Fuck foreign emcees I bring Thor to his knees
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| I’m a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard
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| We thrash thoughts some ask God you bas-tard
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| It’s the rap ji-had, you a re-tard
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| I’m rollin' through Islamabad like this is my backyard
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| You ready, I’m heavy like the case of Chandra Levy
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| Tapin' that you crazy
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| Seven thirty bug when you actually one eighty, a half way thug
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| Yo my act stay drugged off dope tracks and raps
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| Girls with nice racks an two hundred dollar hats
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| It’s the world I can’t escape
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| My brain’s curlin' great weight
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| «This shit is sick», yeah I’d make a greatest hits
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| But I can’t fit every verse I ever spit on one disc
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| Cats talk shit this is what they get
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| A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip
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| And for being rude we include a brutal beatin'
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| I’ll have you eatin' food through a feedin' tube as you’re retreating
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| Alright alright hold up hold up settle down
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| Listen up you motherfuckers
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| This the last time you gonna hear me like this shit
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| So I’ma show you why I’m the king of this shit
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| Apathetic
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| Enhanced tactical fightin' machinery
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| Combattin' on army scenery
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| Strategic-ly movin' my mics like Stratego
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| I generate graphics like Neo Geo
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| Flyin' science I incite riots try it’s why it’s
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| Violence at maximum levels
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| The difference of angels and devils
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| Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder
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| Techniques unheard of, next week I’m famous
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| Great as the latest with the upper hand like four aces
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| In poker approachin' jokers lock I load and stroke the trigger
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| Thirty eight calibre bullets travel through barrels
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| Rippin' through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels
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| Dwellin' swellin' organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease
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| Police yell freeze, ease the gun down
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| Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down
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| Pantin' and handlin' mechanical weapons I’m brandishin'
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| Fleein' foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin'
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| Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums
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| Here comes a fearsome doberman poke him in his cerebrum
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| I’m almost free, around the tree I glance advancin'
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| Slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me
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| To dark I see the light, but not the squad car
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| It’s comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star
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| The odds are I blast off barely a clip
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| But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship
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| Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam
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| It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team
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| Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled
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| I trembled for my metal but I’m frozen in the mental
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| Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air
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| And how the cops turned if they ever returned
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| If their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn
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| I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns |