| Uh, yea.
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| In my time, I’ve seen a lot of people come and go.
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| A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places.
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| Wherever we went, we always held it down.
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| While we conquered new grounds. |
| It’s a universal sound.
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| The Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game.
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| Yo…
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| Not many last in the game
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| Wu-Tang come through, breakin out the same way we came
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| This is not an act, this is actual facts
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| Nothin but experience placed upon the tracks
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| We stand perpendicular with no flaws
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| Breakin all laws, plus jaws, the writin’s on the walls
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| Heartless, starvin artists, out to get our’s
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| Regardless, marvelous doctrics, we shot this
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| Fist of the black lotus, bustin out the steel cage
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| Iron Mic Duel made the front page
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| Outlaws, out for your’s, get down on all fours
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| Rebel with a cause, without a force to the score
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| Pillagin with 'donna Cap’s, the personna raps
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| Hittin like a quarter back, blistered on the track
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| Fully-auto, cop the mic blow, strike low
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| High-caliber flow move the crowd, twist your torso
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| 2009, block party, Bobby Digital, pop corks to us and the God’s we trust, it’s adjust
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| To the highs that we bring with the lows
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| and the Mr. Hell speakin out in morse code
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| Runnin wild like dogs out the kennel through the venue
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| Simple chemistry, vitamins plus the minerals
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| Organic vowels, consonants, syllables
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| Condition critical, ill individual
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| Paint a picture too vivid for the visual
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| Material rips through to the gristle
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| Yo, the measures in my music grab you, stuck in my sentence
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| Got to spit from the bottom less pit, speakin my vengeance
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| Masked avenger never surrender my heritage
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| Killah Hill resident, 5'10"be my measurement
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| On land we stand under flags as confederates
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| You think you rule, pitty the fool when the shell drops
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| Hot bodies scream to the extreme, damn, I’m delicate
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| We livin irrevant, intelligent, dirty habit
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| Lake full of fragments, abandon all 10 commandments
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| Damage is done as the records spins, hatred in my features
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| Untamed, thus these cold blooded creatures bust
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| Architect gladiator radiates the power
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| Erupt with corrupt minds, locked in the tower
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| The crook’s pressure cooked invasion be destroyed
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| Self-employed paranoid androids
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| My rhyme cold winds clear streets and slams shutters
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| Basic Instinct to tear the roof off the mother
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| Drastic verbal gymnastics, far from the average
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| Hold the planet like Galactus
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| Lone Ranger ancester scroll with zone bangers
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| Never met a force deadly as my own anger
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| Clutched performer, raised on the blood soaked corners
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| A real life with real tight feds, they brain on ya And not many last on the game
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| Whether it be lies, fly songs or drugs you slang
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| In the beginnin, it didn’t come fast amongst the gun blast
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| Strivin, my eyes on lump sums and cash
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| Cash Rules Everything Around Me, surroundin me with champagne wishes
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| But I see long distance, a strong vision planted deep within the missle
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| Mind detect mind and analyze what I sent you |