| Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul
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| No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer
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| I’ll roll out and must hold out
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| Until 1999 when my people expire
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| The you’ll die from Reel Life like fire
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| The unholy witch and his bag of tricks
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| Step aside from the best and catch the hex
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| To come so check the index
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| Of your Bible made ya prepare me for my title
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| The U-N-holy, like ya told me
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| Brothas under estimated and don’t know me
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| This is a prophecy that’s bound to come true
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| In mind, it’s in your mind, out ya mind, ya mind blew
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| Some more than ease start prayin' to stop these
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| Poisonous lyrics of death and diesease
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| Can’t freeze, I think below but still flow
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| Suckas are scared, I’m gettin' paid off the devil
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| I’ma use it, kinda confuse it
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| Never abuse it, cuz it’s that music
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| It’s that head bangin' acid rap
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| Unholy’s back to bust yo' ear drum with the wicket track
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| Take the tack, to break the back to back the fact
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| I rock the house whether white or black
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| So if I sold the soul to rock the gold
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| To jam the jam with a mic in my hand, you’re like damn
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| There that brotha go enough to smother another
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| And make 'em suffer cuz it’s no other
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| Than the acid rap, I’ll never pass it or gas it
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| All I ask is that you play it as a flow
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| To a rhythm that makes 'em break out into a sweat
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| I’m solid as Sadam Hussein, I gotta check |