| Open, shut case. |
| Abracadabra—release the magic
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| Beginning a reign of warfare with automatics
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| Bear witness to this madness—this is tragic
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| Graphic view looking inside my headhunter’s basket
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| See victims tortured, slain from after my reign
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| Whole bombing, wiped out on top asphalt terrain
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| Executed harsh for playing. |
| I get my work done
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| A lone, last man standing here to heal the dumb
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| Those not conscious to the aftereffects
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| Couldn’t decipher or decode—my code’s too complex
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| Categorize me in the attic—always over heads
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| But still keeping it gully with spiders and cobwebs
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| Stand, screech when you walk my staircase
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| Up flights, taking you outside of your place
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| Inside my realm of the original, abnormal individual
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| Unleashing locked syllables that sing through the pitiful
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| Crushing weaklings too blind—proceed to snuffing you
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long
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| No explanations. |
| Don’t act like I never spit raw
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| Like I ain’t juggle blindfolded with bladed saws
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| Mr. Unbelievable, head turner, giving spine chills
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| Satisfying like crackheads sucking off of grills
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| It pays the bills to show y’all ill
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| Nothing-but-the-words-is-rotten.com
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| Sickness put together for you to log on
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| Stay in tune to my massacre with words
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| Damaging, a disturbed nervous system’s demolishing teams. |
| Got
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| Shit for frequencies, reaching London to Queens
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| Let me hit you all, bring you silence when I conversate with violence
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| Stunning your alliance. |
| No time to ponder, bitch up and act somber
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| You brought it to yourself—caught your karma
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| Right in your chest, collapsing your world
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| Now you running ‘round, bitching like a little girl
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| With pedal pushers and pigtails, you crossdresser
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| Caught in the act, looking not greater—in fact, lesser
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| Then who you said you really was. |
| That’s why I’m pulling cards
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| Straighten you street bugs
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long
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| If words hurt, then my tongue’s semiautomatic
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| Spraying cats, leaving bodies—it's that deep, dramatic. |
| Shit!
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| The masses like tension, so spark the heat
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| Show you the real side of the streets (Nah mean?)
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| Where everybody’s scrambling like roaches to make ends meet
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| So I ain’t got no time to play, yo
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| «It's about paying rent plus eating,» I say
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| That’s what matters at the end of the day
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| No white flags. |
| Strictly black ones—never retreat
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| Not quitting ‘til I’m in a president’s seat
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| With shades over the leather like Huey Newton
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| Holding heat, ready to start shooting for revolution
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| My final solution: I’mma make this work
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| Or at least go out for mine, doing
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| And you ask what am I proving?
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| Answer yourself—while I’m winning, you’re losing
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| Straight cruising down expressways
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| Strictly power-moving. |
| So many squads claiming spots and titles
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| Until they at the other end of my rifle. |
| Quick to stifle
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| Punch in the stomach to archrivals
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long
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| «Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»
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| «Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!» |
| — L.I.F.E.
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| Long |