| Merlin: What are you afraid of?
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| Arthur: I don’t know
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| Merlin: Shall I tell you what’s out there?
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| Arthur: Yes, please
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| Merlin: A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and all complete
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| in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders
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| Arthur: Where is it?
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| Merlin: It is everywhere! |
| It is everything! |
| Its roar is heard in the wind!
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| And its forked tongue strikes like… bright
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| Kings fitted on, like I’m D-O-C
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| Deadly on the mic, demi G-O-D
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| Born in a forest, raised by the wolves
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| Walk amongst sheep rocking their wool
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| Speaking in tongues, well allow me to translate
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| A secret society, just look at our handshakes
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| Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black
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| Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack
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| Cameras on a street corner like a camcorder
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| Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter
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| This is life on the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast
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| On the brutalist of blocks in the borough
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| In the East where I’m from Connecticut’s a wasteland
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| Chased by the devil, keep the metal in your waistband
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| And we powerful as Kennedys
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| March in a single-file line like centipedes
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| In Cape Cod to escape the commotion
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| Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean
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| A 40 ounce full of potion
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| We move by full moon light in slow motion
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| The only thing we have to fear is fear itself
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| So run for the hills, scream for help
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| Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
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| So run for the hills, scream for help
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| Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers
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| Switching up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers
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| Sweater on my back dressed like a senator
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| I’m Chris Hansen about to catch a predator
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| Newport mansion peeking through your window
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| Job at a country club just for the info
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| Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan
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| A young caucasian studying Ronald Reagan
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| So we speak Latin fluently
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| Drink OE cause I love it what it do to me
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| Fuck around, get a beat down brutally
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| I’m like Judas, I’ll stab you for jewellery
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| OG, ain’t a damn thing new to me
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| Pharaoh with a harem of hoes who love nudity
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| Rhymes designed in barbarian time
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| Check my crops, it’s all alien signs
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| Belt buckle with the Masonic math
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| Black Starter Raider jacket, an addict to witchcraft
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| I’m the Uzi carrier, groupie burying
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| Pass passwords to a secret librarian (shh)
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| Access to the Vatican scriptures
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| We posing for pictures with fingers on triggers
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| And candle in cyphers, we tunnel under Rikers
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| To break out my brothers and them Outlaw bikers
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| We the righteous
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| Scream for help, ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
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| So run for the hills, scream for help
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| Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
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| So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fear Itself , by - Apathy. Song from the album Honkey Kong, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп