| The Flying Dutchman, indeed
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| Every time there’s a storm, we get a report like this
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| Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind
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| Flying Dutchmen, you know what it is
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| It’s a ghost ship rising in a storm cloud climate
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| Awaken to the shots of a four five siren
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| Battleground savage clowns, choked by the tyrant
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| Crown of thorns on, crooked horns and he’s smilin'
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| The anti-Christ raiser get nice with flavor
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| My Darth Vader crossfader slice mics to save you
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| The dark knight crusader with trife life behavior
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| For them haters, whose mouth keep running like Ralph Nader
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| Never win no tropical storm, Lex Star wind blows
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| Strikin' like lightnin' in the night, recitin' to the tempo
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| 92 beats for minute, the speech presented
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| Like a NASA passenger, never reached my limit
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| Escape velocity, possibly crush particles to gas and ash
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| Properly touch that ass, rot in the dust
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| My staff with warcraft split math, poly
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| That carbon coppery’s a mockery to us like such
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| A pair of talking slaves put on the laptop auction
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| On the back block walkin', got you crabs hot, scorchin' |
| Weapon prototype, blow the mic out of orbit
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| And that bullshit that you absorb with
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| Look, listen, observe, understand and focus
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| It’s hopeless
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| You are now in a state of audio hypnosis
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| So quote this
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| The most elegant, gracious box cutter, blade runner
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| Hunter to your face, it’s taped, it’s straight dangerous
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| Pack of wild wolves, blood and chocolate scented
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| Real talk 'cause if it came from Star, I meant it
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| My niggas run the streets, tumblin', bagging in the kitchen
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| Throw a bundle in, rain, sleet, snow or earth crumblin'
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| Unadulterated Hip-Hop, keep 'em wonderin'
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| Never underrated, get the media to plug him in
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| Like, you’ve got mail, you’ve got homos
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| You’ve got Hip-Hop emo trash niggas with logos
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| With them fruit flavored kicks, dogging up in they photo
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| Tight jeans, bear hugging they nuts up in the promo
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| Coo coo for coco, Cali kush for dolo
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| Garcia Vega shredder, hit hard as Miguel Cotto
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| Karate chop for the ocho, shinobi dojo
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| Razor scrape the plate with the Bape but it’s all todo
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| Bozo, clown ass niggas with funny faces |
| Red pill, take this, phase shift in the matrix
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| Vanderslice, Ginsu beats right in your face, kid
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| Outlaw Star by far is the one to blaze shit
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| Look, listen, observe, understand and focus
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| It’s hopeless
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| You are now in a state of audio hypnosis
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| So quote this
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| Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind
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| Flying Dutchmen
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| And be there when the Dutchman comes
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| You better be there when the Dutchman comes
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| And be there when the Dutchman comes
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| You better be there when the Dutchman comes
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| And be there when the Dutchman comes
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| You better be there when the Dutchman comes
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| And be there when the Dutchman comes
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| You better be there… |