| As we enter the brink of reality battlefield
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| Trust me seven times seven times
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| But you prefer not to
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| Here I go into a lifelong trip
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| Are you ready for this? |
| Come solider
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| Ringin' on into his disorder, I serve the square
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| So step there’s nothing left you can’t compare
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| To the noble unbeatable length of hair that I bare
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| So bare witness I’m physically fittin' this
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| A disease so MCI’s please take a techna shot
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| You got what I give I never get got
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| Glue to the gift so what’s up dread
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| You couldn’t bob to the bass
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| But now you’re hooked like a bass head
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| I’m about to show ya contract and attract ya
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| Blow off track, come back and smack ya
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| Loaded lyrics stronger than a game of tug-o-war
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| Dream Warriors are built right 'cause I got a megabyte of storage
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| So don’t tempt me I’m empty
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| Don’t get too close I might absorb your energy
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| If you’re not a friend of me, I grow you like cannibus
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| Make you give me a hand you can’t handle this
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| Crazy rampagous makin' team ages
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| Walk through the ghetto with ghetto blasters playin' us
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| General entrance be part of the solution
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| You take it to your brain but your brain is confused
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| And confusion is the style that I send
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| Don’t think it makes your mind bend
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| Just journey on
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| Draw your mics men
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| And wipe the sweat from your dome
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| As we enter this battle with a fearsome rage
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| Universal peace must be this outcome
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| Dust and strife stricken
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| We have moral to the full
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| Board your steeds my minions as we path on
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| Betray me I slay the no mutiny
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| Take a picture of this, you trying to dis
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| So much smoke you get choked from the microphone mist
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| Aw, shucks you’re outta lucks
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| You try to tax but get waxed
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| The song strong enough to carry you
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| And my rhymes strong enough to bury you
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| But I don’t, I make you jam until the jam is done
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| Until the cash is cashed unto me the Nickelodeon
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| Like that snap, move back, the style has hung you
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| Buy a noose produce who
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| Now this is the part, mystics prevail
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| The critics wrong song goes up in a sail
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| The legacy begins check the store
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| You want more then tie up your boots and just journey on
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| Pankgooes and scallowags vanish
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| MC’s who talk about me vanish
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| When I’m on stage I’m kicking harder than a tidal wave
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| I’m making bootys like you memory save
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| 'Cause when I enter pronto en delay
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| I hear on the dispatch, «Mayday, mayday»
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| An S.O.S. |
| for a new bag of cess
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| And kick and shook you into nothing less proceed on
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| On your 12th daydream you try your best to control it
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| But the magic avoids you the stage is a street
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| And the wink of an eye you could fry in agony of defeat
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| Now toothless ruthless and raw
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| Looking for a way to get even but you withdraw
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| 'Cause with no label you’re disabled and handicapped
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| But you pledge allegiance to the life of battle rap
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| No choice now you must face your own fate
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| No straight path so is life nothing is straight
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| Maybe one day you’ll wake up and realize
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| You the live by the sword, you die by the sword
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| Surprise Dream Warriors, possesses intelligence
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| But you cry wolf but that’s irrelevant
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| No what you must be now is simply
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| Sit back and rock in your own inequity
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| City’s the limit from when you finish your song
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| Now you journey too but what you really must do is journey on
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| We must change
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| We must change
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| We must change |