| Yeah yeah, it’s Vinnie Paz daddy
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| Fuckin' Jedi Mind Tricks
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| 7L es King Syze, Outerspace
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| Aotp what’s the fuckin' deal
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| Yeah, we mob on you muthafuckas
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| Eh yo Warchild, take these muthafuckas to war cousin
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| It’s the army cocksuckas' abandon shit
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| We spit sharp spot rushes that’ll damage cliques
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| Rip hearts squash fucker take a laugh at it
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| Bloody bath activist feel the wrath of Crypt
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| Hungry ass hooligans’ll strike passionate
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| Basket case, used to not havin' shit
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| Maskin' tape, used to block passages
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| Until you’re forced to stop breathin' on paralysis
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| I’m cancerous cold-blooded battlest
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| Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous
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| You’re average, no way to challenge this
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| Ravenous scorchin' fire acidness
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| Every move made precise I’ma strategist
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| Rock the world to the point where it’s axisless
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| No point to even learn what a atlas is
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| Aotp get it correct we smash shit
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| We underground where the roaches at
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| Corrosive explosive like Sosa’s bat
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| I’m feelin' like one of baseballs greats in this shit
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| Cuz I make kids purpose second nature to spit
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| Talk shit you got smacked cuz you shouldn’t a spoke
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| Now when cats say you real dog they put it in quotes
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| I stay fly aim high like white puttin' up coke
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| We keep shit official like couples that woulda' elope
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| We give the, press the scare like Jason Blair
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| Pharaohs treat you like an infidel so fuckin' say your prayers
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| I snatch up crews line em up like braided hair
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| They cornrows, basically you’d rather face the chair
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| I’ma, mastermind with a, axe to grind
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| Chiro, pratic lines, put ya, back in line
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| Opinionated muthafuckas who got some shit to say
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| They will voice it in the booth like it’s election day
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| This is war cousin, we got shit on smash
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| 7L es on a run for the cash
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| Yo this is war daddy, and I’m controllin' the fam
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| Are shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram
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| Yo, some say I’m gifted
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| I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes
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| Impressin' the critiques when I’m boss an apprentice
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| I see the future, within extensive vision
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| I put this fuckin' track in the, intensive division
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| King Syze, to all a y’all in case y’all didn’t notice
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| I wrote this, talkin' roaches till my heads swollen
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| I’ma needle in the vein spittin' the daily dosage
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| Like T. O. I scream on encroaches
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| If the game plan ain’t goin' my way, I threaten to leave
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| If we leave man the crowd goes to set or to sleep
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| Who’s better than me, diamonds’ll be testin' the teeth
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| My specialty feast, tell you were the feminists speech
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| A pessimist beast, ya glass is half empty
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| Put the, hang up on paper put ya crowd in a frenzy
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| I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many
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| Only a chosen few would know how to use it dog if any
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| The verb specialist armed and dangerous
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| Ain’t happy till I know you feelin' the pain from this
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| Till you bleedin' in buckets we all beef and ruckus
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| We are the fact in rap you ain’t gone see nothin'
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| No royalties, no promotion
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| I could talk that shit on front, I got you open
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| Illegal alien floatin' motion is uncontrollable
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| Sorta' like Christ, with the power to snatch souls from you
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| Ya whole spirit collapse ya brain fried
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| Spittin' darts the pharaohs come at you from eight sides
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| Esoteric and Vinnie got semis from Celph Titled
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| Space throw grenades King Syze got the rifles
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| Call Ap, when he react you fallin' back
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| Cheap pack and hop on the next flight to scrap
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| We made it happen now, backpackers go wild
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| Cuz space is the place to put a cramp in your style |