| Mega blast like an asteroid
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| Burning through your block with mad noise
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| The mic’s like a mac truck
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| Your mind is a crash toy
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| Water in a cup on the counter is vibrating
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| When I’m coming every four seconds the floor starts shaking
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| Peel off the roof so the walls start to cave in Controlling satellites, manipulating constellations
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| When I’m concentrating, compasses stop operating
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| You lose direction and lessen your chances of escaping
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| Cyclones collide with world winds in my circumference
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| Words spin through time warps and worlds begin
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| Can’t touch the style I scrape off skin with sharp senses
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| Don’t underestimate the apprentice
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| I gots skills for days make a timeless portrait
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| Applying the force spit your scientist forfeits
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| Carry out the counterfit recordings with forklifts
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| Right before my show look at the stage and a hawk sits
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| My acoustics hit the planets like a poolstick
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| I bruze ships and cruize lands used by Stan Kubrick
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| It’s all science Ignorant minds form an alliance
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| Hit 'em with my appliance all around fall giants
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| Causing earthquakes to split California into an island
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| When mountains flip over scattered explosions and sirens
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| In wreck mode my flows violent and opens assylums
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| The code of silence is broken
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| Soul chips hit orion
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| Causing light to shift on rhyme hieroglyphs from the Myas
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| Hazardous Material will set the stage on fire
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| I’m sharp like a dagger
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| Fake underground rats scatter
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| Suckas hit the wall fast and fall like Niagra
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| Mash up the area by using raw data
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| An author with plasma thats hot an melting rock into magma
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| Black skin caused wars and massacers
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| I ressurect the truth like like lazerous with rhyme sources classic as Gradius
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| My music magical forces flatters a sorcerist
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| Who hypnotised the five major lables to shut all of thier offices
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| Ball my fist into a sword to cut your choruses
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| When I record to disk corporate losses are enormous
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| I tap the fader to activate an assassinator
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| To stack papers I smack fakers with a tractor trailer
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| I’m clever and never lacked the flavor sweeps through street blocks
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| Colin Powell calls the president when the beat drops
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| (Equanox) My speech speeds up clocks for three blocks
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| Ears pop, scared cops wipe tear drops
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| 'Cause in my radius the ignorance is exposed
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| Rhymes is a prism of gold in it’s an innocent soul
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| Thinking below ground, I steam through man holes
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| Explode, I stand where the cameras pan slow
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| Glance and pose as my hand glows the grand canyon grows
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| Frozen fans stand on their toes
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| While I bubble through the manifold I turn sand to gold
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| With more mysterious secrets than the Titanic holds
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| Now if you pray that I fall off your asking for a miracle
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| 'Cause NASAs steering through Hazardous Material |