| ...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...
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| You thought I was gone but I'm back
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| Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
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| I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
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| And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
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| Calm demeanor
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| Even though we are under attack
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| The darker the shade the sharper the blade
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| Start the parade, spark a grenade
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| And walking invade
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| My carcass is displays the marks of a slave
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| Dark days the carpet is laid for the prophets of rage
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| Patrol the area, narrow-gazed and clench fists
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| Breaking down barriers barricades and fences
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| Perimeter secure, the verse rhyming commences
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| Against the (end) fuel the first line of defense is
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| Me
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| I'm in weapon mode this episode
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| (New in the rip in the) old ethics and yes it shows
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| If you neglected the principles methods and the goals
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| May your pores close and you swell up until your flesh explodes
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| Phenomenal dropping (the pocket flows)
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| (Creeping) the stoppable I keep it rocking until the shop is closed
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| And whether physical audio or optical
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| The impact of the four guardians got the drop on you
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| You thought I was gone but I'm back
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| Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
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| I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
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| And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
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| Calm demeanor
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| Even though we go under attack
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| Last samurai named Shimmerer has arrived with a fat sack of lie
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| (arrogara and a bye) uh-uh
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| I don't fraternize with the rank-and-file
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| Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself
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| That's sabotage!
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| If it smokes it (ropes) befitting of my title
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| In Rome the (emperor) a metaphor
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| The monarch a pop art
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| My cavalry of better men traveling west
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| My family quest displayed prominently flapping in the wind
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| I lead an Armada overseas (or for God or) than believe
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| In one mantra; |
| peace, love, and honor
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| Ten thousand katanas separate your spinal (column)
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| From your teeth to your medulla oblongata and your wallet
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| Recording ten albums all off of performance enhancers
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| Therefore all my records have an asterisk(*)
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| Lyrics born swing a scimitar like a savage
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| Take an arm, take a leg, take a knee-like cap (in there)
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| You thought I was gone but I'm back
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| Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
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| I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
|
| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
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| And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
|
| Calm demeanor
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| Even though we go under attack
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| [...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
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| Blast arm all cylinders cast off all doubt, calling all villagers
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| Your my women like come Atilla this
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| Come out these males dragons just slithering
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| Flying in the image of talent-less ignorance
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| Spasms with a sense of fashion that's feminine
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| Nothing sounds genuine mumbling and mimicking
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| In the jagged rhythm inject a little skill in them
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| And keep on killing them until that feeling inside's back
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| Though it seems overwhelming don't get sidetracked
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| Find that timeless energy and side blast
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| We'll be here forever while they (pave) the way time passes
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| Little lizard ass slithering critters, Cast
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| Spells on these beasts like the lyrical wizard I am
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| 'Til we defeat in hiphop-zill again
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| I will stand hold my fort and guard the fort till the end |