| You can lock your door from the thief, never the liar
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| I got a firm belief, fight fire with fire
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| When there’s one too many chiefs, all the indians conspire
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| And somebody gotta go so I can take it higher
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| Cause I’m a live wire, underneath the radar
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| State of the art parts, Darth Black Vader
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| Quicker than a shotgun blast on the trader
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| Baddest motherfucker both sides the equator
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| Ready and available, heavily equipped
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| Steadily my boat rock, but it never flip
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| I’m heavy hand on the plan tryin to get a grip
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| Permanent underdog, it’s all in the script
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| My bars went way up, ego went through the roof
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| I swallowed the truth right along with my pride
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| I died and came back again, buildin up my stack again
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| When the world tries to back you in, then you’ve gots to ride
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| Lone vigilante, bounty hunter nomad
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| Boba Fett, no regrets, everything load-ed
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| My mind is the only thing heavy when I tote it
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| The one to go down with the last bridge and you know that
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| Head barely on straight, my heart’s in the right place
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| Still workin on my masterpiece, plannin for the great escape
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| Get a load of me, look at how I’m takin shape
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| And I’m so far ahead of the game, make no mistake
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| Last of the Mohicans, a reverand deacon
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| Minister Maximillion speakin, heat seakin
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| I’d rather leave your mind open than to leave it leakin
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| Aceyalone-wolf, forever and a weekend
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| The Goddess said she loved me, angels said they had my back
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| How the hell could I lose, I accept my fate and that was that
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| Jumped off a moving train to do my thang on the track
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| Stopped in the heat of the moment, for the impact |