| Bobby said, «fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip»
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| Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
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| Said he had mad toys to make noise
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| You split and separate drums like asteroids
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| The concerned producer sampled this question
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| Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
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| When sound travel, it quickly grab you
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| And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
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| Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
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| The portraits too graphic
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| Panaramic view for you, stamp wu The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
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| We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
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| And who the nigga you annoint?
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| 700 volts on the track to slay
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| Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascades
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| Throwin bullets in the air to test wind
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| And which way the cyclone spins
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| Counter on clockwise, still civilized
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| Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies
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| Give no extension on the lynchin
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| Its tension if the name of the clan is mentioned
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| Its the aura thats felt, that causes one to flash his gun
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| And reveal how he really feel, confirmed
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| Hell never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
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| Im takin, breakin his wax
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| Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the swarm
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| Day 2 breaks, its a stormy monday
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| My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
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| Underneath shrubs and leaves
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| They breathed thru underwater reeds
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| The enemy walks above, clan remain subterranean mud
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| Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
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| Bombarded by the circle of death formation
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| Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
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| Shatterin bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments
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| Of cell, inhale these venomous thoughs that I propel
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| Thru the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
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| Of the chiefs command, volts is in At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
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| Deadenin the power from electrical fences
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| Defences are down, shake a nigga up, bounce him off the sound
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| You know what Im sayin?
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| The God ca-diver, in the streets of iris.
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| We talk about sex, money and drugs.
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| (ruled by power.) and yall cats dont know
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| What its about. |
| (love and power.)
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| It goes deeper than what you see on tv.
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| Killah priest, come on.
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| Burnin desire, ebony eyes
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| Painted toe nails, legacys die
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| Drivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieks
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| Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing
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| Graveyards filled with scarlet widows, who stabbed they husbands
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| Sleepin on silk pillows, blood on they robes
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| Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
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| Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
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| Like magic wands, castin spells, sendin niggaz to hell
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| Trappin they souls in realms, baptize em with holy water
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| Springin on the heads of plenty witches daughters
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| Interviews with the richest reporters
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| Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 muslim bibles
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| For the cobler, hebrews flee to the hills of masada
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| For the love of god, guns make a loud sound
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| Ima show you how thugs get down
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| Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
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| Cursed nation, lost generation
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| X-files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers
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| Fallen angels from space intruders
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| Dyin saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
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| See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
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| Dissolve it with your 100 proof liqour
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| Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
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| Threatenin the lives of those who threaten me Lessenin my chances of defeat by predeterminin the victory
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| As taught by sun tzu in the chapter, after the third one
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| I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything or anyone
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| I die by the gun, my life has just begun
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| Thought I was livin all along, but I was wrong
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| This long road I have to travel in countless battles
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| These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
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| Kings, queens and pharoahs change to cattle
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| Im able to subtract the devils arrow
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| Singin at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
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| 2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
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| Hark harolds, angels and christmas carols
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| Raven images hang from the mantels
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| Man made slaves and modern day babbles
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| Raw from africa and golden ropes and sandles
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| By wicked thieves and vandals
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| Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
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| And rambled thru our castle, leavin niggaz shambles
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| Stole our golden sodas like some arab camels
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| We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
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| With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
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| We went to gretal and the hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel
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| Children of my grand old daddy, have me In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind? |