| Hope you can hear me loud and clear while I give you this talk
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| I hope I leave enough fuel for all of the minds I will spark
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| And while I come and share with you the realest words from my heart
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| I hope you’re ready for this truth 'cause it’s about to get dark
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| Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
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| Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
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| Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
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| They said the world about to end, right?
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| Well let me get this shit off before it do
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| Look, I had to compile this shit into a song
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| It’s so intriguing, all this fuckin' satanic shit goin' on
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| Playin' with symbols and signs
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| Devil worshippin' while people talk
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| Like they prayin' to Lucifer, but what happened to «Jesus Walks»?
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| Yeah, we have demented thoughts that you conversate with your savior
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| Askin' for forgiveness while displaying blasphemous behavior
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| At first we seen it subtle, now niggas display it major
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| They goin' out they way like they doin' Satan a favor
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| And gamble with they life like rattlin' dice in a shaker
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| Another life for Satan, turnin' your back on your maker
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| I’m only tryna cater to the facts and shit I’m seein'
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| A lotta questionable shit, like the fuck these niggas believe in?
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| But now, we don’t figure the same
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| Your music is lifeless and your visuals lookin' like rituals and sacrifices
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| Makin' deals with the Devil in exchange to be the nicest
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| You’re dead like your flesh was eaten by maggots and lices
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| Y’all witness the change, now nobody wanna be righteous
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| The days we live is dark, and unquestionably a crisis
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| The Devil tried to plant the fear from when we was in diapers
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| And some grew up possessed, staring in the Eye of Osiris
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| Now I know you see this shit while you sit and wonder what happened
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| It’s strange how niggas brandish devil worship like a fashion
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| The signs of the times, clouds from the heavens open
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| Where birds fall from the sky and fish die in the ocean
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| Now who you think you foolin'?
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| We’re seein' the way you’re movin'
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| I hope you take the time to start thinkin' about what you’re doin'
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| You’re playin' with a match that can grow into an inferno
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| Undescribable to burn when the fire’s feelin' eternal
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| I hope you document this and write it down in your journal
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| And read it back to yourself while overcomin' your hurdles
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| Now trust me and be careful of who you let into your circle
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| 'Cause the Devil fucks a life and then breeds the pussy that’s fertile
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| I know it’s gettin' cold, you’re fightin' the war eternal
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| Body decayin', turnin' all grey and blue, even purple
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| You portray a lotta shit with no rehearsal
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| But in life, we don’t rehearse
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| What you do can come back and hurt you
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| And until then, my child of the devil to work through
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| Look at what you’ve become
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| And what the Devil gave birth to
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| And when it hits the fan, you be wonderin' where your folks went
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| The niggas that disappear when the science is kinda potent
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| I’m just buildin', I didn’t mean to give an earful
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| Just carryin' out my duty, anybody just be careful (Be careful, be careful,
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| be careful)
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| You hear me, niggas?!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| Do you understand?!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhy-
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| Return, motherfuckers!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhy-
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| God MC!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhy-
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| Baddest of all time!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhy-
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| Brooklyn, nigga!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| Go to school!
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| You know you can’t
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| You niggas can’t fuck with the god, Busta Rhymes
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| Oh, Extinction Level Event 2, biatch! |
| (Biatch, biatch, biatch) |