| Seasoned veterans, the hawk has landed
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| Toxic tandem, the doctrine of mad men
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| The planet of apes is now a main attraction
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| How does it happen? |
| If I knew I’d tell ya
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| They’d probably try to say I worshiped devils in the cellar
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| It’s just a slight of hand, like Penn and Teller
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| The mighty dollar, is taller than the scholar
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| Ask your neighbourhood martyr about the fire starter
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| People are driven to buildings when I let it out my system
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| Built by the hands of man and women
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| Thinking of quitting? |
| Now’s the time
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| There’s more job opportunities at the back of the line
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| Applications, and registrations
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| Feels more like an investigation
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| Now how’s that for a demonstration
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| Go back to the essence
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| What were gunna do right here… take it back to the basics
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| Swollen Members, word
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| What were gunna do right here… is go back
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| Go back to the essence
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| What were gunna do right here… take it back to the basics
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| Swollen Members
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| Eh yo, we all get older, rhymes get bolder
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| Series of events makes the heart grow colder
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| Started off with 2, now we got mad soldiers
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| Battle Axe warriors, bitch, I thought I told ya
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| Heinekens on stage, never rock shows sober
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| Spit venom over cobra, hatched in october
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| Libra scorpion is taking over
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| Still the silver surver, I ain’t trippin on Nolva
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| Introducin Madchild, ladies and gentleman
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| Lets give a big round of applause for adrenalin
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| You ain’t right, I’mma fucking phantom at night
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| That wears a mask by day, with a temper tantrum
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| Don’t light my fuse, cause if this dynamite blows up in your face
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| There won’t be no one left to clean up the place
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| Swollen Members adds up to one thing, and you can quote this
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| Temporary relief for the hopeless
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| What were gunna do right here… is go back
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| Go back to the essence
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| What were gunna do right here… take it back to the basics
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| Prisons that are made by the minds of lethals
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| Truly blind, it confinds all people
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| Make you wanna call out for water and bread
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| My name is Prev One I put the thought in your head
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| Mannic depressant, I panic from too much stressin
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| Of course I’m second guessin cause life is just a question
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| Keep your suggestions, we ain’t hearin you guys
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| My name is Madchild I put the fear in your eyes
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| Grey skys, disguise my chariot
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| I’ve arrived to mesmerize the arrogant
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| Clear the area, and change the false
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| Pathetic speakers that lead the lost
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| We feed the need to work and conquer at all costs
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| Underground so there ain’t nothing to fall off
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| Never spoke soft, so what if we get broke
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| We ain’t the type of people that’s meant to make a joke of
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| What were gunna do right here… take it back to the basics
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| What were gunna do right here… is go back
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| Go back to the essence |