| Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl
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| L.I.F.E. |
| Long shakin planets for the?
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| ? |
| lands when I spit out and hurl words
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| It’s a Stronghold writer’s guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd
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| We planted our flags on your soils
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| Despoiling opponents with turmoil
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| ? |
| couldn’t be aluminum foil
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| We potent with rounds lit out similar to?
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| I was there when it all first sparked
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| Jersey next to poisonous darts
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| Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery
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| Snatch your whole team’s referee machinery
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| Before knowin I landmine spot blowing
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| Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm
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| BITCH SLAP
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| Make your whole body feel it when I spray
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| The battle’s just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays
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| Mega with his arms folded
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| Fists balled up Toast (?) on the side of my waist
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| V on the buckle of the belt
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| Rappin’hell (?)
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| Cape flowin
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| Still standin
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| With two cannons
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| 1 3 2 got me vanished
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| Ninja in the night with the phantoms
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| Amped up, set off hoppers (?)
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| See rays blast from the optics
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| Livin in fucked up ghetto economics
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| Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics
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| Animals released out of boxes
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| Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat
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| That’ll leave you all gone on the float
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| Split belly cos you off the boat
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| The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods
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| Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards
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| I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid (?)
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| Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich (?)
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| Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks
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| The audience backed you
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| I drank eight ounces of water
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| With my time capsule
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| Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature’s fabric
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| A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets
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| Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes
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| Who couldn’t bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?)
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| Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis
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| Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea
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| On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel’s feet
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| Cause you can’t be down, you had gravity deficiency
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| (We spit thoughts!)
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| I translate harpoons to sharp death
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| When the point is made, from my underwater breath
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| Don’t get walls confused with linoleum
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| And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!)
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| Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand
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| Strong Atoms, whole family dear
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| To duplicate &recreate could take a light year
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| Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face
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| Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space
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| We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin
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| Got the scroll of Galactus now I’m planet-swallowin
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| Megala’s got the surfboard and he’s hollerin
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| All arch-enemies must die
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| And I know you not unbreakable son, that’s a lie
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| And you can’t have my 3.14, that’s my pi… (stupid!)
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| I’m a diamond in the rough, and you’re lucy in the sky with a cubit
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| Your raps don’t do it
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| I deal with cloud nigga patrol
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| Plus my real name is closer to Thor’s than yours
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| Where we practice there is no flaw
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| This is the battle for Asgard (say no more)
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| Atoms fam &Stronghold, nuclear cl&the mic
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| And you and your best friend don’t even sound tight
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| I guess something ain’t right
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| We like constellations when they close in The lost sons of Odin
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| With a mouthful of parables to get em open
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| But the psionic imagery’ll leave em frozen
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| I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period
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| Then conversate with the burning bush about a period
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| And bust through your ego like the high line (?) of scrimmage
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| Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes |