| It’s the dominator
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| The decomposer, dark reaction
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| I digest and break down sound with satisfaction
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| Secretions discharge while Ions charge
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| I photosynthesize to camouflage
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| Mirage like peace
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| Release speech to slay beasts
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| From jungle to streets over DJ Real beats
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| It’s the innovator
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| The industry inflator
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| Concept creator, keep it round like equator
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| From past and future, call cadence and salute the
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| Soldiers and all warriors of the battle
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| Let’s dethrone de-saddle
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| I bring ‘em to the basement
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| If it ain’t rejuvenation it’s replacement
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| From the manufacturer, the Hip-Hop hypnotist
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| Chancellor slash music analyst
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| Couldn’t handle this
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| When kinetic energy’s displayed
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| Get knocked off the edge like Soul Blade, you’re played
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| I spit, I gut, I bust
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| I fuss much and such
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| I touch mics despite the hype…
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| I write, I speak
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| I freak beats unique with no sheets
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| I seeks, I saw
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| And came back raw
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| The God’s raw
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| I eat hammers and spit shells
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| I’m hardcore…
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| But won’t touch fish without the scales
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| For an encore…
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| I’ll flip mad coins, heads and tails |
| Invest seed money without exaggerating sales
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| Like fat beats…
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| My rap sheets make more ciphers than track meets
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| And rides on all terrains like black Jeeps
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| Guzzle water and piss out wine
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| Barrel right between the eyes you blink you’ll miss one rhyme
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| Make Richard Gonahangya feel the heat through organized crime
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| You can’t copyright my culture vultures this on time
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| I’m like a double-edged Ginsu
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| Gut and slaughter utensil
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| Family friends and kinfolk I plug ‘em like dimples
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| Playboy rappers do videos in their swimsuits
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| Monthly emcee menstruals wasting hot instrumentals
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| King of hills and castles explode to shrapnel
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| Tying knots in lassos hanging all the assholes
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| Blast those past those, black Medina Mass flows
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| Deadly attack Dagha on the track to smash foes
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| I spit, I gut, I bust
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| I fuss much and such
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| I touch mics despite the hype…
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| I write, I speak
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| I freak beats unique with no sheets
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| I seeks, I saw
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| And came back raw
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| I spit, I gut, I bust
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| I fuss much and such
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| I touch mics despite the hype…
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| I write, I speak |
| I freak beats unique with no sheets
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| I seeks, I saw
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| And came back raw |