| Yeah.
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| Directed energy weapon emission downrange
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| Fry brains that remain in anatomy not changed
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| Some consider this preliterate gibberish
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| The very instant they hear this lyricist
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| Einstein was right but he was wrong about the speed of light
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| He was wrong about the songs that I write
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| Bin faster than that before inside the Hip Hop Rap core
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| Battled inside arenas as matador
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| Forced to resign for the force of my rhymes
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| But thought-wise I was just before my time
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| It has come and passed, I still put that fire to the gas
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| You still see the flash when I blast
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| Rollover clash, everybody out, I get out last
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| Signal my hand, we spread out fast
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| Forty pounds heavier, the more rounds the merrier
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| The Pit Bull Terrier terrorist clearing the area (area)
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| (Ambush: And just when you thought it was over)
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| Hyena on the tiger leash biting the beast
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| Tryna eat the mouth, haven’t even learnt how to speak
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| Nice to see you, how you been? |
| High decree
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| I’m sorry the end is weak, code of the streets is poorly out of reach
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| The body in the trunk smell rotten from the punk
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| Got the cops dump rummaging through the junk
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| While I ride around and stump with gun, body armour and a blunt
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| I won’t take it if you offer what I want
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| The jungle is humble, the desert becomes you
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| Wake up youth, they both wanna take life from you
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| A ravenous man called Javelin Fangz
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| Two gabbas on the back of the tank, drag as they hang
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| We vibing in here.
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| (Ambush: And just when you thought it was over)
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| Yeah, yeah. |