| Yo, yo…
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| Still nice wit' the flow, cold, like I was ice in the snow/
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| Watch my life it unfold, behold, still rock ice in the gold
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| Type that’ll go, bananas, sick, hear the hammers click/
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| Plans to get rich, writ manuscripts, that make the planets shift
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| Universalist, the murderous, murk 'em its permanence/
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| My third eye’s sky turbulence, fly like Perseus
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| I Behead the living dead, bled Gorgons, Medusas/
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| In Porsches wit' Rugers, my thoughts is Musa’s
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| I Am That I Am, self, lord, master, I reign/
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| Can’t sleep, I’m too deep in the game
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| Benz from a Range, when Feds aimed, I fled when they came/
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| But never the tame, was pouring back lead like it rained
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| Wetting 'em up, the best 'ill get tested and bust/
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| Never letting us up, my mens they get arrested and cuffed
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| Clash wit' the illest, bond wit' the truest, killers and shooters/
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| Math from builders, Dons, dealers, skills is influenced
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| Seventh Dynasty emerge, we the wisest «G's"/
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| Livest Kings, surpass, last of the dying breed
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| Superb, when we amass, it’s a crime we breathe/
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| Every word, get spitted in fact, high science, degrees
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| Yo, yo, yo…
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| Emerge from the burning ashes, I Self Lord And Master/
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| Through the mind’s eyes, see what I’m after
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| Bloomberg let the goons loose, just for my capture/
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| My stamina, leave these tea party niggas wit' asthma
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| Mahdi, more proper to the eighth chakra/
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| Get in 'em, like incisions from a doctor
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| I’m a, pro black mobster, butter sauce lobster/
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| Arabian horses, bosses, watching from copters
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| Mink collars, over ostrich, synopsis/
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| And my hand calls for power, like the adhān, straight out of Mosques
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| Mathematics show and prove God ain’t the average/
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| Civilized ways that’s gracious, far from a savage
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| My enemies, left in dishes, burned wit' acid/
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| Blood suckers of the poor, bunch of greedy bastards
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| Swords over their head, my fury is the fastest/
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| Imagine this, rap evangelist, here like Lazarus
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| Seventh Dynasty emerge, we return its classic/
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| Phoenix crashes, burn in the flames and fly from the ashes
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| Heat when I blast it, see Allah asleep in a casket/
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| Deep and I’m mastered, calm when Ramadan cause I fasted
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| But still got a thing for them triggers, leave niggas plastered/
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| React too quick for these cats, they slow as molasses
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| Thought displays, seconds of frames, die to keep up/
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| Like I arrived, out of my time, live from Egypt
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| Wardrobe is gold, a hoodied up, King Tut/
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| In war mode, explode, they pray my thing don’t erupt
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| If I let it and bust, kids 'ill get it, deaded and crushed/
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| This God of war go on tour, who set it better than much
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| Better than most, fourth letter, forever I toast/
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| So I’m sipping while I sit wit' my clique, deading my foes
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| Clash wit' the illest, bond wit' the truest, killers and shooters/
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| Math from builders, Dons, dealers, skills is influenced
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| Seventh dynasty…
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| Tragedy Khadafi appears courtesy of 25 To Life Records/Aura
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| © 2013 4th Letter Music (BMI)/Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)/25 To Life
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| Records/Aura |