| Planetary:
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| It’s the manifestation of rap greatness
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| I determine my life around the sound of a piano and bass hit
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| The basics of this hip-hop matrix, it’s graveyard rap, Quest build on your Day
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| shift
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| I shake shift and get 'em to shake quick 'cause when Paz makes the call I make
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| grade A shit
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| Am I labeled a bitch so I say fuck chicks because who the fuck is gonna hold me
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| down 'sides Crypt?
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| Who the fuck can control my sounds still don' got me, Scott be makin' my vocal
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| sounds so cocky
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| Who got me? |
| Yeah my dogs most likely
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| If I ain’t loyal to my niggas then god strike me
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| Demoz:
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| Keep Strikin'
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| I’m taking your life, take my advice it’s basically right
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| If money’s the root of all evil then Satan’s right
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| Break me twice that makes me two, that makes me a double headed rapper now make
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| me a booth
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| Next to the one now that I’m in now the day’s legacy too
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| Lazy motherfuckers light a fire up under these roofs
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| Maybe it’s true I’m a rapper and maybe it’s truth between my ego and pride make
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| me true
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| Maybe I do need powder to make it juice to go down with the first rapper
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| claiming that he’s too
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| fuckin' nice, I’ll fuck him with a knife, fuck his wife, tell a bitch her
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| husband said good night
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| Yeah it’s like that
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| Ain’t no army that can strike back
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| If hip-hop is dead
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| Then Demoz will bring it right back
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| King Syze:
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| Raise up the white flags, man it’s time to surrender
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| I’m on a mission for the dope with a cokehead agenda
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| We stormtroopers, burst through the craziest rain
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| I’ll burst through fire walls while lazy niggas complain
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| Your pride came and went and you ain’t make it
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| It was right in front of your face you ain’t take it
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| Never be me, I can’t live with that
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| Cause the youth that I got I can’t give that back
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| I’m the general, commendable, overall dependable
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| loc’d out at times but most times I’m sensible
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| Live for the minute the moment the older I get
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| When the digits rolling over when it’s over that’s it
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| Esoteric:
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| Ya call me Eddie Brock
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| Venom with machete chop
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| penny rock
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| guzzilin' husslin' from many blocks
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| You wanna battle bad
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| But you ain’t sir Galahad
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| You pussies ain’t even pack heat like Shaq’s travel bag
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| But you ain’t got no gun or paper in your luggage
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| The only 9Mil you have gets you fries and nuggets
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| We stab bucks like study Jack Sigma
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| We’ll travel back in time and attack Hitler
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| Look at money grid tryin' to buy his life back
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| You ain’t a pharaoh dog, ring him by his life back
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| Fuck 'round with the army get your ice packed
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| We don’t fuck around dog, you it’s know like that
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| Vinnie P:
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| Anybody go against me gettin' tortured and slain
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| Slaughtered then maimed
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| We robbin' rappers off with their chain
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| I’m a cannibal eatin' motherfucker start with their brain
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| They say Panzienza previously thought to be sane
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| I fought through the pain and established a remarkable reign
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| Lamatta Panzienza Marcientto all in the same
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| We coulda signed a couple deals but what they offered was lame
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| But that was regardless of the fact that we was awkward with fame
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| And I remember me and Jus Allah would spark on the train
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| And talk about how we were going to leave our mark in the game
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| We back together and we bringing back the dark to the game
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| And you know we put our motherfuckin' heart in the game |