| We are not asked that the rules of the game should be modified
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| But if anybody likes to play rough, we can play rough too
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| Who keeps the verse shining like the break of dawn?
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| Metropolis, sick no matter what break I’m on
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| Synonymous with Orifice, bringing it on
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| Like cheerleaders in a wack flick that should have been a porn
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| True, I’m a sick bredda, you should call me diseased
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| Move through weak MCs like SARS in Chinese
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| And bras, pry them open with a crowbar
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| What, I wasn’t sober — met her in a Soho bar
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| Yeah it’s over, like Claire Short’s career, I put thoughts to prayers
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| The weight of my words, that’s a deep cross to bear
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| crew in this, villainous acts, habitual rap business addicted to
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| Trying to live it through
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| Find out from Nonames
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| Begging on foreign terrain, we don’t play no games
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| The inky blue-black verse that stain your vein
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| And leave the rhythm tagged up like my name on the train
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| Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight
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| So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake
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| Battle masses like an earthquake
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| Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place
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| Es ist kaum zu fassen, was für'n Sound wir nach draußen lassen
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| Wir sitzen hier und rauchen Massen zwischen lauten Bässen
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| Der Sound is' Massive hier mit
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| Und das ganze in 'ner anderen Sprache pas de probleme
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| All day we’re blazing Po
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| And now we’re getting late for the show
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| But that’s already fucking ages ago
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| Now take off your clothes
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| Cos it’s getting hot in this
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| We got Orifice, Mr Gray Nichols, Hoik and Metropolis
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| Most people feel the need to impress
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| I just got the steez, I carry em deep in my chest
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| And yo, heads ain’t ready for heavy lines, I testify
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| I keep it steady though life is messy in SE5
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| You were petrified, when I first stepped on the scene
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| But you don’t even matter to me
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| I manifest a state of mind of me, myself and I
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| And space and time when I phrase my rhymes
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| Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight
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| So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake
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| Battle masses like an earthquake
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| Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place
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| Yo, you’re tongue-tied like rappers in a wack battle
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| Track, smack or jack a whole truck-load of man cattle
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| Can grapple, man I wouldn’t talk if I couldn’t walk (stupid dork)
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| Fronting like a priest when you’re cooking pork
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| You’re fucking caught looking dumb with your pants down
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| The fact is, blud, you’re looking like a damn clown
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| You’re steady trembling, stuck in a rut with ten of them
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| Cluckin' and spit deafen 'em, raps with mad adrenalin
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| Man i can’t remember when we had it so bad
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| It’s like my world’s caving in, game over — low hand
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| I seek to represent my destiny
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| I can’t believe my luck
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| I feel my soul seeking peace but I’m weak as fuck
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| I need to break from these chains and shackles
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| Head games, mad brehs trying to take and tackle, what?
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| But I’m about to get what’s naturally mine
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| Mind is searching for the truth, moving backwards in time
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| Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight
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| So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake
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| Battle masses like an earthquake
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| Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place
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| We keep it rough
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| You guys are too even
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| Fags need a bad black and blue beating
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| Kind of stranger like who’s Steven?
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| Dude it’s hateful when you speaking
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| New words and new meanings
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| The second son of a drunk man from New Zealand
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| Like my forefathers, my crew’s region
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| Germany, France even to Sweden
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| Bring the fumes on yo to the room ceiling
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| A bad time to resume breathing
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| Your fucking brains are too tiny to see them
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| I hate to use my true feelings
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| Bitch I’ll beat you for no reason
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| Had hurt you
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| A sling shot, an arc of a heart circle
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| We’re ill if you dudes noticed
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| Ten thousand men just a few focussed
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| Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight
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| So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake
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| Battle masses like an earthquake
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| Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place
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| Too many breddas on my job, I guess I hold weight
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| So when we roll tape, it’s over in one take, shake
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| Battle masses like an earthquake
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| Make 'em wonder why they came out in the first place |