| The rawness my roaring jaws harness is awesome
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| Often indent, mics I grip, with my paw prints
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| Armed with the sharpest wit… far from harmless
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| Raps hit ya heart like a dagger through the armpit
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| Part martian, crashed in my star-ship
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| Deep in Earth, then emerged from a tar pit
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| Out the surface, burst like a shark fin
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| Vulture, circling urban culture’s carcass
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| Cave-dwelling author, cursing, barking
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| Kicking my heartless verse in pitch darkness
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| Marching to thunder, my mic-phone's a cyclone
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| Wind funnel that channel my animal-like tone
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| Can’t clone this hostile, explosive gospel
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| Hold entire nation’s hostage, I’m colossal
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| Swallow bone fossils, whole — my stone tonsils
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| Glow golden from blown fire, flow launching
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| Smoke from my nostrils, open, crowd choking
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| Hoping my spoken vocals don’t roast 'em
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| Coast to coast, exposing most hoaxes
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| And I don’t letcha people go, I’m no Moses
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| And those roses I placed on your casket
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| Are the flowers for your date with the maggots
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| I’m that bastard you hate with a passion
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| 'Cuz you can’t imagine with language as graphic |
| Blue-eye'd devil, I’m too high a level
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| To screw with, go ahead and let your crew die rebels
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| Proving a nuisance to my revolution
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| Soon gets you bruised with my movements boot prints
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| Music I splatter, oozes the same gruesome
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| Putrid fluid as a slain cadaver
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| Moving through chapels, using a scalpel
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| To cut out foul devout tongues from their mouth holes
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| I am without soul, witch-born son
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| Spit forth scum from a pitch-forked tongue
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| Torture nuns, from dusk till sunny morning
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| Casing the streets, in my wake leave torment
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| I need organs… I’m vampiric
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| Appear in no mirror, when I stand near it
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| And when I talk you hear it as if a spear
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| Hit through ya ear, spirits get released in the air, be-ware
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| Eerie lyrics stay seared on ya grey matter
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| As a babe, I would play with a snake’s rattle
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| Everchanging as the sun ray’s day shadows
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| I slang flame like a napalm rain shower
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| My brain waves, pulse with a strange power
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| When I meditate -- days imitate hours
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| Hypnotized and amazed by my talent
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| I strike like a diving bird with aimed talons |
| …I know not of challenge, nor error
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| I know not of fear, nor peril, nor terror
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| Grave-robbing burial plots of old Pharoahs
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| Escape the with treasure, back full of shot arrows
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| Raider of tombs, I’ll never be afraid of you
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| With a sonic boom, I’ll kick the baby out ya ladies womb
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| I can’t relate to you -- I used to be confused
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| Who do you pray to, when the humans all to pray to you
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| 'Cuz you’re a demi-god -- and your enemies semi-auto-
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| Matic make you laugh like a maniac when he let it off
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| He ain’t a threat at all, and when he saw me
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| All that shit talking stopped, without his jaw piece
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| Keep walking, dog, or get annihilated
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| Try and find a hater I ain’t violated
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| No way to escape, I make
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| The pavement shake, quake and break, from state to state
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| En el Dia de los Muertos
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| A strange skeletal orchestra plays my ethereal concerto
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| Scaring those unprepared for the bare notes
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| …that transmit my despair on the air flow
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| Supreme creature — black mass preacher
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| Who feeds you leeches rap track features
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| I breathe ether in toxic sermons |
| Speeches for legions of walkin serpents
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| Upon this altar, I call for carnage
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| The haunted, phonics, I utter, astonish
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| A God in, the halls of masonic lodges
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| Where, often the knowledge I offer is pondered
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| The mighty deity to secret societies
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| Where vile breeds of emcees admire me
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| Whether civilized or thriving tribally
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| We silently devise violent uprisings
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| All who defy me, refuse-ing to inter-vene
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| Will be, consumed in the fumes of my inner-chi
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| When released, I poison the vacinity
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| Behold the lone royal voice of this ministry
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| The superb symmetry, of word wizardy
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| In my verses burn vividly with pure energy
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| So, any enemy that dare speak ill of me
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| Can tell it to the Holy Trinity -- yo -- I kill emcees
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| Speak in my prescence and risk you detest me
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| I’m known to murder those unworthy to address me
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| Saw through skulls, then gulp down chewed brains
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| Floss with they blue veins, too, this is Doomsday! |