| Yeah
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| You know the name
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| Omnipotent baby
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| Right in front of ya eyes…
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| Yo I’m way beyond the hatin' stage
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| Make you fucking bathe in razor blades with someone gay with aids
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| I’m the god that waives your chance of being saved
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| You owe me your faith
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| Parable money and names
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| Motherfuckers acting funny as flames
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| Who would follow you? |
| I should kill you and bottle you and bury you
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| Underneath the ground like it swallowed you
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| You lack a common thinking degree
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| Devil got you dumb slaves fucking thinking you’re free
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| You’re not even alive
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| Your brain just supports your 9 to 5 lost from your tribe taking false prides
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| Believing in the false guides--taking opposite sides
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| Listening to the prophet who ties
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| Prophets from lies, your hands and a pocket of knives
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| So sharp, you can’t even see the marks, with your optical eyes
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| You’re a fucking joke
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| Another nigga stuffed in a boat
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| Blind to the ten pound choke
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| Coughing in throats
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| Motherfuckers turn the dust in my grips
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| Ice melts before touching of my lips
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| Wise men covered me with gifts
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| The next is, face hanging from a necklace
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| A true meaning of X-Mas--Measureless
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| Deaf and by my ill residence
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| It’s perpetuous--THe fucking earth shakes and the seconds split
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| Catch this beatdown; |
| who the fuck want beef now?
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| Flow to make the seas drown; |
| fire burning trees down
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| Deep rooted; |
| we rap forever and rip
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| Yo, my crew will leave your fucking head severed and split
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| Aiyo I conquer lands, high hills and deep valleys
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| Control crowds, start rising spark ralleys
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| Unite forces, ignite and light torchers
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| Command fortress, demand expand sources
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| Revive corpses, all hail the dalai lahma
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| The great gandhi, extract salt from seawater the embalmer
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| I dip blunts and get illy
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| Alot karma, hypnotized the snake trauma
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| Burn like dr. |
| Jerm the chemical Ali
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| You die, Hussain from Marocco to Bali
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| More arms than sheiva, guishna
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| I smash vinyls with a flame in my hand, To buckies with their own bibles
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| My god’s iller
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| Breath fire like godzilla
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| King Kong hits back and forth like ping-pong
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| To remix ya, My flows deep, the elixer
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| To baptize ya, at last--THe messiah
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| Catch this beatdown
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| Who the fuck want beef now?
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| Flow to make the seas drown five burning trees down
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| Deep rooted, we rap forever and rip
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| Yo my crew will leave your fucking head severed and split
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| Yo, I appear right in front of your eyes
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| A fucking broken neck was the cause of this nigga’s demise
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| Despise since the day I was spawned, In the fires
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| Despite heavyweight 'till my plate, I’m at rise
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| Fate got me chasing these lies and all the fame
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| I’m trying to blaze ya brain, with rhymes you know the name
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| My games got run, tonz o gunz that deliver
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| I’m deep rooted, T-Ruckus for ever my nigga
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| Niggas got taken, sheisty cats want more
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| You play yourself like a sloppy bitch on tour
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| I’m cocky like Rocky
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| Belboa flame thrower
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| I Scorch ya, torch ya
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| Touch ya when I rush ya
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| You got clapse, cynapse, collapse from the pressure
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| So fuck you, your fam got hit with this lecture
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| Don’t let me hear you flapping them gums
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| I run upon ya crew like you rapping stars slapping with guns
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| I make you want your funds in the back of the slums
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| Malicious hack leaving gashes and some
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| I’m lethal like antrax on a fucking heartattack
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| I spit out bangers you’re on your shit like axlax
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| Cash the beat down
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| Who the fuck want beef now?
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| Flow to make the seas drown five burning trees down
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| Keep doing, we rap forever and rip
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| Yo my cool will leave your fucking head severed and split
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| My pyrotechnic flies your ethnic out the rhyme inspector
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| Tired of vagina lectures
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| Now it’s for breakfast
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| See how fast your mind elects it, my selection
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| Hard to scarm down the texture
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| Now I’m your harvest sheperd of the sheep
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| I’ll lead the vinyl records
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| Your ??? |
| lecture, I’ll lift you the light as a feather
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| The weapon will hit you the line of your life’s been severed
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| To a city ship what the fuck were you thinking bitch?
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| I’m drama within the booth I blow your mind like Lincoln bitch
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| A terrorist I tear bricks with bare fists
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| Fearless, you scared bitch go talk to your therapist
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| It’s Virtuoso check the logo
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| Know I’ll spit the mecca mojo
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| Someone got your chick shootin game like Rabecca logo (?)
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| Where my teccas blow bow, fully automated
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| Got alot of hate, you need pray on this crumb leave it gestapo naked
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| My mic game make disgracion, teams are rightous indignation
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| We fight in prison cages for the rights of liberation
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| Swing a knife and slit your face and satan devil minions catch ya
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| Slap the taste out your mouth, and apply your face with ??
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| Clap you with the metal I spit, settle this shit
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| You ain’t let devils can get your head severed and split
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| Cash the beat down
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| Who the fuck want beef now?
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| Flow to make the seas drown five burning trees down
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| Keep doing, we rap forever and rip
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| Yo my cool will leave your fucking head severed and split |