| They say I’m like Bruce Willis: Unbreakable, Die Hard
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| True sickness with this mic on the tripod
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| But I’m not Chow Yun-fat
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| Dig, I’m still a pillar of stone
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| Flows enter your skulls
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| Mash on your whole militia like I’m Hannibal
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| Imagine: you the antelope and I’m the king of the jungle
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| Animal instinct, phenomenal stamina
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| Just think about a man on the brink of insanity
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| And it’s me
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| You not a rapper, you a movie star
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| Checkin' who we are
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| Be the coup d'état, molotov cocktail
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| Charred and you’ll get scarred and schooled regardless
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| I’m marvelous majestic; |
| no retarded shit
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| All my power harnessin'
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| My spoken-word like a Voltron sword
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| And these poems pulse the arsenic
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| Every medley: deadly
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| Come and spar with us
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| When the instrumental begins
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| The timid: they wince
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| They know when it’s gonna commence
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| We 'bout to crush 'em
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| Reach out and touch 'em
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| Before they scream out
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| We gonna pull these things out and bust 'em
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| Rub 'em out like dry erase
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| Thug it out like the United Snakes (sssss)
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| It’s us against the world
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| Fuck popular opinion!
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| They scoff, cause we was different
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| But we did it all for independence
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| Now we gon' off 'em with a vengeance
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| Hand 'em they heads
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| Paint the landscape ruby red
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| With the nerve and will of a bunch of determined killers
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| Who always make their marks, and never hesitate to spark
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| Strike first, take their hearts
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| With the right verse
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| Cause confusion
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| Never underestimate the power of illusion we usin'
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| Start a whole revolution of music, man, we do this
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| Shit, it’s all we know
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| The powers that be
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| It’s in you
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| It’s in me
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| An emcee
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| That’s all we know
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| Whatever, I don’t know why you even play yourself to that degree
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| You laugh at me?
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| Like I won’t slap the teeth out your grill
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| That’s how I feel
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| You out of order
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| You about a quarter inch away from fist in face
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| Your distant gaze makes me think your brain drifts away
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| To a land of wonder
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| Only to awaken by the sound of cannon thunder
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| All of those damn assumptions
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| You a sad sack, mad wack
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| Straight up and down ass-crack
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| And that’s that!
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| Get a load of Del, I devise words well
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| I be spittin' globe
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| Let the mission unfold
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| Your tits are printed centerfold
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| Hate to diss ya, ho, but you’re fictional
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| I’m just kinda different, yo; |
| what I say is thought provoking
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| Not for joking
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| See, I know things they told kings
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| While your hoes cling to whatever the dough brings
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| The powers that be
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| It’s in you
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| It’s in me
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| An emcee
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| That’s all we know
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| Hieroglyphics came triumphant, reign, uncontained
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| Runnin' through the plains of some hunted slaves
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| Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world
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| As we spin to the heat of the sun’s temperature; |
| hot!
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| Distance measure how many flows I got
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| Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar
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| For the business and the betterment of my folks
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| All my green stars mount up
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| Ready let’s go!
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| We sustained out of Earth cause we came outta her
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| The devils get slain when I sling slang
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| Hotter than a lot of lava from the Bay to the Bahamas
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| All the way to Cabo coppa
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| We parlé'in, clockin' dollars like Goodfellas
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| Suckas get jealous cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious
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| And the industry could never jail us
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| All my niggas free to be ourselves and our records still sell
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| This is hip-hop Olympics
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| Hieroglyphics, the Dream Team
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| Rappers livin' outta they means, tryin' to bling-bling
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| Get your fat chain stole
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| Get your whole crew exposed
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| We done had them hoes, dog
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| I’m magical and when I grab these flows
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| Out the hat, it blows 'em back to the last three rows
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| We mashin', massive action-packed shit
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| Hit 'em with a passion and that’s it!
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| The powers that be
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| It’s in you
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| It’s in me
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| An emcee
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| That’s all we know |