| I rock a nuke proof suit
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| Metal-plate face
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| Head like lead with a heavy-weight gaze
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| Anybody in my way better make haste
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| Because I move like alligators move through the Everglades
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| With a mouthful of razorblades
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| And I’ve got bodybags that are tailor made
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| I’ve already taken your measurements
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| Stamping my feet like stampeding Elephants
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| From the league of extraordinary gentlemen
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| Penships stupendous
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| Flow with the elegance of eloquence
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| Trees blow with the elements
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| Regard me as cardinal
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| And call me your eminence
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| When I’m in the club I rock a nuke proof suit
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| When I’m on road I rock a nuke proof suit
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| Warzone walking here to Beirut
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| Everybody gotta get a nuke proof suit
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| When I’m in the club I rock a nuke proof suit
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| When I’m on road I rock a nuke proof suit
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| Warzone walking here to Beirut
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| Hood to my boots; |
| nuke proof suit
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| With the strength of the jack-iron
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| I baptise this
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| 99 proof when I spit it at the spineless
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| Make them transmit it on the wireless
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| The new world order’s when I’m finished with the wine list
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| I know it’s over your head a little
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| When I riddle with the impact of a terror missile
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| Televisual
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| My nuke proof suit’s federal issue
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| And it’s measured to fit you!
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| One size fits all
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| Because they’ve got us all up against a brick wall
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| But we’re going to fall if we follow this rule
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| Ape shall not kill ape
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| It ain’t safe if you’re out till late
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| Bullet proof’s out of date
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| Nuke proof suit’s the fashion statement
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| The nation’s dying to make
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| You’re a big man, but you’re out of shape
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| With me it’s a full-time job
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| Catch a slap in the face
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| And it’s been like that
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| Since back in the days
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| Grab a bag of the haze
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| Kick back and I blaze
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| My nuke proof suit rocks laser aids
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| They send Apache helicopters
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| And I’m snapping the propeller blades
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| Manufactured to strict regulations
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| And fully insured against alien invasions
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| Anti-plutonium
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| Anti-uranium
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| Hard hat bounce the bullshit off my cranium
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| No propaganda
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| I’m like Tetsuo’s doppelganger
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| Mechanical body hammer
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| Hands are anvils
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| Raps are overkill
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| Body blows landing like Evander Holyfield
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| The show I steal, my flow you feel
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| Foes run up in the club and get clubbed like a seal
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| By the Eskimo Code
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| Chilling in my igloo
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| Ice-pick fly chicks
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| Billin' up a big zoot
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| Nuke proof back-to-back, water walking
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| War monger talking
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| Dumbed up by your walkman
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| And you ain’t going to see another morning
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| The weatherman’s storming, I’m raining
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| It’s pouring
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| The way that I’m inflicting pain is appalling
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| You can see the walls of the empire falling
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| Whenever I’m performing
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| Pen-fire flaming
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| The entire place starts crawling with cavemen
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| It’s uncivilised on the pavement
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| My nuke proof suit’s anti-contamination |