| Nobody wants blood to be spilt
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| It’s all about the music
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| Love writes hits
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| The mics they get used
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| When people write lyrics for opinions of the critics
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| That makes the world spin so
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| (rocky B)
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| Lightening don’t strike in the same place twice
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| Fight to death call it suicide
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| I’m a warrior, a death match courier
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| Sorry now you’re gonna be sorrier
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| Wanna hate what ya don’t understand
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| Acting bait coz I’m fightin' your clan
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| Iron fist when I tighten my hand
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| So enlighten your mans
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| Brighten the stands
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| Cos you’re hiding and prang
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| Your breaders ain’t killing me
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| Rocksimus who’s killing me
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| Blazin' up caught chilling
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| Coming back like a trilogy G
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| You and your boys wanna deal with me
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| You ain’t feelin me
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| You got beef with me
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| You got cheek to be starting beef
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| Coz ya can’t ride beats with me
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| You and your boys try hatin' me
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| But the pain’s gettin shared out equally
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| That’s how it’s done
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| Nobody wants blood to be spilt
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| It’s all about the music
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| Love writes hits
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| The mics they get used
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| When people write lyrics for opinions of the critics |
| That makes the world spin so
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| Nobody wants blood to be spilt
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| It’s all about the music
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| Love writes hits
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| The mics they get used
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| When people write lyrics for opinions of the critics
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| That makes the world spin so
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| (Strider)
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| Steppin' to me it’s a fact you’ll get bored
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| I’m possessed like a demon
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| As I draw for my sword
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| Engraved writing on it sayin' the snipers the lord
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| The best warrior in the land countries in the world
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| I’ve got powers like a god
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| I control the sky
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| Things I’ll do to you
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| Would even make the friggin devil cry
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| I swing swords like soul calibre
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| A legend like Excalibur
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| Blood thirsty for the next challenger
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| (Spike-e)
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| Who dares wins when you’re playin my game
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| Chillin' on rooftops kids who are playin'
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| Gonna draw for swords
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| And the lyric that I gain gonna buss the door
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| In the pouring rain
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| (flava)
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| Yo yo
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| Guess who’s next
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| Draw swords when I’m on it
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| I blow heads abroad
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| I blow lost profit
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| You’ve never heard before
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| Brain cells lock it
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| Pocket knives endure
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| But you wish you never
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| Coz I’m clever with these lyrics |
| Forever I’m gonna run this
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| (Nobody wants blood to be spilt coz)
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| Flava this Flava that but who done this
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| You know me I’m the same old same old G
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| Nobody wants blood to be spilt
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| It’s all about the music
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| Love writes hits
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| The mics they get used
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| When people write lyrics for opinions of the critics
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| That makes the world spin so
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| Nobody wants blood to be spilt
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| It’s all about the music
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| Love writes hits
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| The mics they get used
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| When people write lyrics for opinions of the critics
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| That makes the world spin so
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| (freek)
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| Freeze, as I enter your ends
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| Anytime anywhere
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| When ur started to stare
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| Fightin' ya now we’ll be fightin' ya there
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| Coz it’s all about the music
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| Give it ten out of ten
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| I’ll thrive on your blood
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| Hungry for your skin
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| Chop up your bones
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| And put you in my tin
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| I’m the brother of the devil
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| And the master of Satan
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| I’m the feeling in your body
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| And I’m gonna make you cringe
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| (kenzie)
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| Don’t watch me battle
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| My duel a cold hearted bout
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| Hear the screams as you shout
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| While you’re flat on your back
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| You know there’s no turnin' back |
| You wanna piece of me
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| Askin 4 beef wid me
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| Ain’t no sequel to me
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| So take a shot at me
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| You gonna make it you best
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| You try to slash my chest
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| I’m badder than the rest
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| Coz you know I’ll defend
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| Clash straight to the end
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| Next contender
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| Try to contend my arena
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| Step into my surroundings
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| No emotions
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| No commotions
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| There is no feelings
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| I’m the favourite as well ya know
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| Coz there’s no holds barred
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| And anything will go
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| (rocky B)
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| Nobody wants it
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| Nobody wants it
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| (kenzie)
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| Next contender, try to contend
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| (rocky B)
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| Nobody wants it
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| Nobody wants it
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| (repeat 2 fade) |