| Yo, yo
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| Back in Black, it’s your local superhero from the hood
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| Ironman Starks got the good
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| Not that good good like Snoop
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| I bulletproofed the Coop'
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| Polished up the suit and gathered the troops
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| Got a brand new ray gun
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| Me and DOOM heading down to the range
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| To shoot in the matrix
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| Catch bullets with my hands and teeth, I break faces
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| Wild car chases, don of all ages
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| I saved the world that’s fucking history pages
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| My Wu crescent signs in the sky at night
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| Watch how my eagle on my wrist take off into flight
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| All my might, white glass teeth that write
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| Ain’t a bird or a plane it’s a ghost on the mic
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| Two hammers and a diamond blade sword
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| Thicker than the Ford F1−50
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| Niggas couldn’t lift me
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| As if, stance mad stiff
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| Metal Face DOOM, beware, he bear gifts
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| Gab for the shift, overwork, overtime
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| Jerk you been warned, go for mine
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| In the dance hall play the wall like handball
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| Till his pants fall, brawl till last call
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| Loose cannon, squeeze a drip
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| Off to rip this one for the Gipper, get gypped
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| That nig' ya dig don’t tip the strippers
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| Foamposite mask, matching slippers
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| Yo where’s Starks? |
| Backpack of ammo
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| Warriors said let your flags blow, camo
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| These dudes is toys like Wham-O
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| Damn though, chip paint driving on the gravel with the Lambo
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| Blamo |