| Yo, slap-box 52, hand combat, man down
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| Now you getting treated like a liquid youth
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| Pearl handle, black ruger popping up
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| It’s the return of the Trench Coat Mafia
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| You got a clique but I bet they won’t die for ya
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| Last nigga that fronted I moved more Khadafi them
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| I’m busting lead in, Armageddon, God is seven
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| Top of the dome is embedded
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| I set it, step in the realms and get sweat it
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| My foes get beheaded, live wit no edits, shred it
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| Negative thoughts about the G-O-D you betta dead it
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| Cuz that’s bad credit
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| All night me on the mic is athletic
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| High heights seeing my sight is like heaven
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| Fire fly, flying higher flights a bad weather
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| Whateva, get it together, my neck leather
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| Once again welcome to the f**king next level
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| Metal plus nada, stretch limousine
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| Machine guns running up wit 26 fillings
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| F**k everything tho, we fight for the children
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| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x
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| Ten steps — draw — who want war?
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| Raise your swords and prepare for the Lords
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| Running around like 'Lions In the Forrest'
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| But we came to conquer the lands just like wars
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| I’m throwing blind guillotines for Philistine
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| Came wit an iller team to run up in ya castle and kill ya King
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| I’m doing my thing, dance wit the Lord in the rain
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| Standing firm in the square like Butterbean
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| I’m hotter then Shambhala
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| Draw swords, perform makada
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| Rude boy shot up the top dolla
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| I’m not a fake ass that’s not solid
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| I got it, to say I’m the hottest is just modest
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| My asses could melt down anything
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| So anything in my lane mane, I’m killing it
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| Two bottles of jewels, once spooned an ignorant
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| It’s the vigilant spit, chemist is injuring
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| Is getting victimized and that’s minimum
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| Emcees who wanna compete, I’ll take ten of 'em
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| Clowns in the streets want heat, I got dillinger’s
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| And that’s how it really goes
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| Soak if I’m really wit it
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| And stop looking at the mothaf**king videos
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| Choose yo weapon, my tools is lesson
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| True connection, wrong, you lost all your profession
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| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x
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| Let the rhythm hit 'em, chew 'em up, spit 'em out
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| Get 'em out, let’s see if the barrel will fit in his mouth
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| Hear the lion roar, watchu crying for?
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| Don’t let the hot gates open the iron door
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| I’m the king of the jungle, so ready to rumble
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| Gun shots put the room on humble
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| I flip beats and make the words tumble
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| And flip bricks and not sleep on a bundle
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| Claiming you raw off the chain, homie I’m off the board
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| Dunk in yo face; |
| I’m the Lord of War
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| I’m so much more; |
| you bitches will neva step up
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| I neva let up, you f**kas will neva get up
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| Ice in my veins, ice on my chains
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| I’m nice in the lane, think twice 'fore you range
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| Shoot around like Tice in the game, you crap out
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| Break your bones when I make you tap out
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| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x |