| We caving in your fortress, recording rigor mortis
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| I’m Morpheus downloading the knowledge to be a swordsman
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| Clever ones with a plethora of blades, you picked like four of them
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| Swinging them simultaneously on some Prince Goro shit
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| My aura, Amon from The, Legend of Korra, the sound bender
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| Bloodbending pretenders into submission
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| Audio agony to the sound of me chi-blocking these lyrics
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| These bitches drop when they hear it like gawking whistles and kiblets
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| Standing up for more attention, it’s wrestling reinvented
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| Couples of crossing due the chicken, boy
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| Assemble like a Cyborg, from the keys of the rolling chords
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| Could my flow or run it with agility; |
| parkour
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| Climb through cities like Oscorp, prototype flying Osborne
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| Hold up cause this is fair warn' transmitted through airbourne
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| Gonna pop up like free porn, better yet, nigga, this respawn
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| In a minefield covered by law, baby blow before you see the thorn
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| The upper echelon, the shogun Gohan
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| AllSpark of the birth of the leaders the grammar gammatron
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| Mind, body and spirit, uh, commence the unabomb
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| Craziest blast radius and go for you on some Unicron thing
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| They never felt ya
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| I’ll rescue Princess Zelda with the click of one download link
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| Throwing the mic like a boomerang, you can’t hang, you just dust in the
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| cartridge
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| Blowing you the cartilage carnage with the Symbian artist shit
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| Defective man verbals
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| Cast a plasma blast from the palms of my hands
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| We got 'em blind, you lead them off of the edge
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| My optics cyclopsing, taking the shine from my vision
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| Refracting it like a prism and pointing it towards your system
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| Game over
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| It’s the super lyrical, would you like to continue?
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| It’ll still just be the end of you
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| So put them coins in, go ahead, bring your boys in
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| I weaponized this mic and you only got one life
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| Traveling through your spinal raw to fry your motherboard
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| When devices capture my vocals you become an afterthought
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| The most hard kicking shit to leave your noodle puzzled
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| Lyrics bore right through your skull
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| I feel like Goldie when I stroll through
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| Now keep it going, I got infinite continues
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| So launching their war machine, came equipped with some shoulder missiles
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| Will drop a bomb that’ll lift you like James Rhodes inside a grey suit
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| The young Cheadle, E-Fav take them in the face too
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| A kush mess on deck watching my ticking Timex
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| If it ain’t about no progress you disrespecting the process
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| Fire filling my chest space, lapping rappers like Usain Bolt
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| Hope for those that feel hip hop is broken
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| We changed the game, inserted four gold tokens
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| Hit the currency exchange
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| Before I fly across the ocean
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| While I
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| Sneak a doobie through customs, you can tell I ain’t accustomed to
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| The nigga out the city, but can’t take the city outta you
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| Now keep it moving, I suggest you shake it and spin
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| Move, dude
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| Tripping over your feet then you lose who
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| You said you once was another lost man, never stayed true
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| No wonder that it’s game over, nigga |