| When I came, I started like an arsonist to set a flame,
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| Mastering this art, I’m everlasting when I pen my name,
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| Darker like my letters stained markers on the head of Cain,
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| Sharper than a marksmen with a target in my centre frame,
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| A father, so my red I vein’s harboured by my said in name,
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| Or rather with my other forefathers and genetic strain,
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| If we ain’t asking for respect or fame,
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| With words as dope as marijuana, though it’s hard to take what’s said in vein,
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| A splinter faction so we’re carving up against the grain,
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| Laughing at them grasping over stardom and a sense of claim,
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| Hard to hang your head in shame rather than accept the blame,
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| Own your hardships, we’re only master when we shed the chains,
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| Affect the game, ‘cause and effect, check the change,
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| Forget your name, and not the part of it from where you came,
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| Dangerous tracks like a scar where you inject the vein,
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| Murdering your martyrs, I’m the harbinger to end the pain
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| Unforgiven staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| Whether you’re in Sri-Lanka or you live in Toronto,
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| Dominican or Indian we’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Congo or live in Rwanda,
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| What we doing Tek? | 
| Staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| Whether you’re in Sri-Lanka or you live in Toronto,
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| Dominican or Indian we’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Congo or live in Rwanda
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| I’ve got a cache of beats to make ‘em get on the floor,
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| Ranging from better than yours, to way better than yours,
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| The heavy metal supporter leaving competitors floored,
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| The most malevolent devil to ever tread on the shore,
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| I’m a composer with a grudge ready to settle the score,
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| And you supposedly the one to wreck like never before?
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| Please, you a stooge like you’re standing with Iggy,
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| So please, bear with me like I’m standing with grizzlies,
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| I’m a dark moon rising, bred in the ‘burbs,
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| I’m far beyond the horizon, ahead of the curve,
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| And now your head is on swerve like you’re Linda Blair and,
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| Painted eyes on my eyelids so they think I’m staring,
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| Even when I’m sleeping, eye the angles,
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| I sleep with demons, dine with angels,
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| Screaming ‘I'm the last one that you wanna start on,
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| I’m sicker than lighting the next one off the last one
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| Unforgiven staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| Whether you’re in Sri-Lanka or you live in Toronto,
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| Dominican or Indian we’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Congo or live in Rwanda,
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| What we doing Tek? | 
| Staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| If you living in Tonga, or you living in Russia,
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| Sydney city to Nigeria they’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Gaza or live in Casablanca
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| Kick it up a little notch let the heat knock
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| For the number one soul brother next to Pete Rock
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| I’m from the gutter, came out my mother Tariq Trot
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| Doctor told me I was only human like the beatbox
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| I been sicker than dope fiends in detox
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| And been around plenty time like a G-Shock
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| I ain’t doing the kind of my dimes my brother Keith got
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| It’s Mr. Big Stuff taking Heavy D’s spot,
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| The same Rik Geezy, my man speak easy
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| Old soul, so ice cold, they can’t unfreeze me… listen
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| Streets need me so, I represent my town
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| Two one pound, where they keep enough shots to go around
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| Watch the crown, most underrated, none above it
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| You gotta love it, folks wanna hate it,
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| In a P.A.N.A. | 
| mera Porsche four door
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| Heading downtown riding ‘round town, bumping Wurx shit
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| Unforgiven staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| Whether you’re in Sri-Lanka or you live in Toronto,
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| Dominican or Indian we’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Congo or live in Rwanda,
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| What we doing Tek? | 
| Staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| If you living in Tonga, or you living in Russia,
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| Sydney city to Nigeria they’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Gaza or live in Casablanca
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| We’re staying hidden like we’re living in bunkers,
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| If you living in Tonga, or you living in Russia,
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| Sydney city to Nigeria they’re living like hunters,
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| Whether you’re in the Gaza or live in Casablanca |