| Some call me Ajay
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| Some call me Ajay
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| Like the voice stars never came on the same day
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| I came to spread my mom’s ashes
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| Unaware of the clashes that lay in wait
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| My bus got bust at a routine stop
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| How many people have you seen shot?
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| I was taken away to the Himalayan base of Pagan Min
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| The Asian Nation
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| Of Kyrat’s maniacal tyrannical flagrant king
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| He wanted to make me stay for dinner
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| But I was impatient, it made me think
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| Nah
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| I’m getting out of here
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| Nah, cos I really can’t stand the atmosphere
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| And at this altitude my asthma’s getting a tad severe
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| The top of the world
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| Is where I’m taking the fight
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| Gaze down on the valley of challenges
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| I face from the day to the night
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| The top of the Himalayas
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| Is the place I’m taking the fight
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| As I scatter a hand full of ashes
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| I’m blocking pagan’s light
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| I ran into the golden path
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| A rabble of rebels, bold as brass
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| Rebuilding the rubble
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| That autocratic bastard soldier’s smashed
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| The leaders are Amita and Sabal
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| Leading me to Shangri-la
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| And it seems to me that each of these
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| Couldn’t be much angrier
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| It’s time to get out
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| Head out
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| Get the lead out
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| 'Til our influence has spread out
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| Keep it on the down low
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| As I beat another outpost
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| Call me the people’s elbow
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| Cause I’m armed to the teeth
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| And I’m ready to pound bones
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| 'Til they’re looking like my damn bow
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| Move over, Rambo
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| What?
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| Are you going to bang doe?
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| Free radical
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| Beat animals
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| With my bare hands
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| Ripping meat from clavicles
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| A rhino hide’s reet sellable
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| And the price of my life is invaluable
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| That’s why I’m packing my cannons and molotovs
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| Every human beings flammable
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| Want to watch?
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| In a battle I tackle attackers and grapple
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| I don’t want to stop 'til I’m on the top
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| Happy shopper packing a proper lot of flak
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| So back the fuck up
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| 'Cos you never know what you’re gonna get
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| My ammo pack is a box of chocolate
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| I got it on lock
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| I’m hotter than hot
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| As I’m stopping the choppers I spot
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| Chip off the block of my pop
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| If you’re blocking my path
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| Then I’m popping your noggin like spots
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| (RAWR) |