| I woke up in the night
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| grabbed my forehead
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| wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed
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| Deep inside thought
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| thinking of a way to strapped
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| and walk the streets without getting clapped
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| Just because I’m tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz
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| I’m doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant
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| Who said I didn’t have knowledge of self
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| So come and feel the wrath
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| So listen
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| First of all let me explain
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| That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain
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| The god is heavy
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| I blow you up like dynamite
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| Into my dome I let the L ignite
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| Fight, I take you on flight here
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| The war starts here.
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| BCC:
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| See we murder MC’s every day,
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| motherfuckers dont play,
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| straight from the Bucktown side of the block
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| Keep your shit hot
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| Like we said, That’s when all the madness stops
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| Buckshot:
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| To all the Godz who know who’s the coloured man
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| the colored man is the obvious, you understand?
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| I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp
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| Who can’t survive in the creek?
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| You can’t
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| Champion, bootcampian click
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| stick and move
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| I bust your shit
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| Move and stick
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| It’s the original crook
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| Stomping through your army, what!
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| Gortex to your head
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| Keep your eyes shut
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| But, I’ll take you in consideration
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| My occupation is to bust your federation
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| with my ammunition
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| Flipping precision, being precise
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| He’s right, I’m nice
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| You can check my status and my apparatus
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| See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah
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| Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger
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| Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb,
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| Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm
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| Head, natty dread, boy big him up Roll thick like syrup
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| cause chaos and terror
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| I had a vision
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| It appeared to me in the form of a devil
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| but the rebel wasn’t there to see
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| for me this is the year to be the son of the seven, representing the sea
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| the heatseeker
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| the cypher maker
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| quick to take a sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you
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| Double guage
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| I’m pointing the rage at your culu
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| We blew the motherfucker
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| Now we outta here.
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| Buckshot: MURDAH! |
| MURDAH! |
| MURDAH |