| These men are afraid of anything unknown
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| They’d be afraid of their shadows if they were to touch them!
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| Word!
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| Apathy, what’s good?
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| Mad Lion, what’s good?
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| General Steele, what up?
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| We 'bout to bang on these niggas like Deathrow beats for shit
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| Word, you niggas scared!
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| What you gonna do now?
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| Look and tell, run!
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| Fuck outta here, nigga
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| Yo Ap, let’s go!
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| Ayyo, it’s back to the basement, the depths of the batcaves
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| Trapped in this rat’s maze, workin' like a rap slave
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| Classic as the rap that was crafted in the crack days
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| Well all I’m seein' is residue and roaches in the ashtrays
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| East Coast winter’s like Satan shut the heat off
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| I never shut the fuck up till they shut the beat off
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| A mad scientist, stealin' lightning from the rain
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| Put the pain into my music just to get it out my brain
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| Bangin' beats with the samples to leave the streets in shambles
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| To shake The Bodega shelves and shatter Jesus candles
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| Blunt guts litter the concrete
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| My physical shell’s weak
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| You can’t sleep, livin' on Elm Street
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| Retreat to the forest in the fortress like Helm’s Deep
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| I slay the weak when my tape’s released like Laserbeak
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| Try to download me on a Tuesday, Ap drops
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| It’s like your laptop smoked a kilo of crack rock
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| And you should never say never when a boy think he’s braver than whoever
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| You gotta let 'em know
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| And you should never say never when you know that you cleverer than whoever
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| You gotta let 'em know
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| Yeah
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| It’s like my rap’s crafted, mastered in my casket
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| Cuz only dead rappers got flows this classic
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| A rose grows from the concrete where she was planted
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| We all were chose with these roles, that’s just how God planned it
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| This long road that we roam left many men branded
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| Some managed to handle it, others got stranded
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| These dreams that I weave leave great beats bandaged, get it?
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| That’s a wrap like saran on a package
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| Heavyweight shippin' and packin'
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| Me and Ap on the track
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| The way we spittin' it’s like grippin' a MAC-10
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| But I don’t need no Gatlin', just a pat on the back
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| >❓❓❓< The brother of Zeus unleashin' the Kraken
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| The camp got my back whenever time for action
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| Stay active, no actin', original gun-clappin'
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| Boot Camp got my back whenever time for action
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| Stay active, no actin', original gun…
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| To battle me, ya boy need rhyme skills of magic
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| You’re playin' Russian Roulette with a full automatic!
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| My altar, will alter international
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| Flop down and now ya down and I snatch a gal
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| Leave your cyber-rappers, look at what a Facebook crook
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| Slidin' down a nigga’s wall your words won’t look
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| But you still don’t get it
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| I select common edit
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| Hit delete get it?
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| Never ever ask me if I’ve read it
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| Cryin for respect, ah forget it
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| Don’t come in Myspace I beg it
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| Rip your whole hood sign before ya .mpeg it
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| Disrespect, I leave a boy broke-legged
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| So just follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me down down down!
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| Follow me, follow me, follow me back to the underground!
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| Apathy! |
| Don’t show a boy no empathy
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| Simply Don’t show no boy no sympathy
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| We can go and orchestrate just like a symphony
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| We run the underground, but ya barely get a glimpse of me
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| Listen me, if I was you I’d convince me
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| Not to go upside your fuckin' head like an epiphany
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| Hey listen me, the eagle in my hand is glistening
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| This is the shit got protectors whistlin
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| Look what you made me do!
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| Head rollin' like a Michelin
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| This a good year and they ass end up listenin'
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| Baby pictures hangin up on their wall from their christenin
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| Fans sing their ass goodbyes while their snifflin
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| Year long dad just end to the shiffilin
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| Mainstream, broadway, fulton, fans sick of me
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| See man? |
| That’s why you can’t go over there
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| Nobody ever has, nobody ever will
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| One kid did, but nobody ever seen him again |