| The black Pope fastens the rope, slashes the GOAT
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| Drinks animal blood from my black bowl then lash from the throat
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| Remove stash from the coke, laugh, joke, smoke, pass the dro
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| The fastest will be the last to go
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| Sky watches record the speech of the jaguar priest
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| Rain wizards who control the rainforest beast
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| Bars, give me more of them, the mad warrior, Ad nauseam
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| Canibus, listen to them calling him
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| Rapid fire some lyrics like Big Pun spitting
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| Like the time I sat there and watched him eat eight chickens
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| I’m the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
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| Still ripping, motherfucker listen
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| Microphone spray, no delay, home and away
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| I told them yesterday, «No way», I told them today
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| I heard them say, «The flow is exact, so is the track»
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| It ain’t where you from, it’s where you at so why you going back?
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| Ever since 'HRSMN Talk', I stomp emcees for sport
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| I rip 'em apart and never been caught
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| Intelligent thought, aaah, like Masterpiece nigga
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| Massacre niggas, Mr Masterpiece with the triggers
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| You can fly away but I’ma get ya, the dogs gonna fetch ya
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| The Horse gonna put you on the stretcher
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| Capital letter, H-R-S-M-N
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| We did it before and now we the best again |