| Loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| Can’t fathom the paranormal phrases I flow
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| When I sleep, my mind writes words on the inside of my eyes, bro
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| Your head just entered in my swing zone
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| I infiltrate cell phones
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| And download anthrax into your ringtone
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| Me being human was just a rumor
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| My mother was a thought wave
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| And my father was a deadly cancerous brain tumor
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| My syllables pack agility
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| At any moment, I’ll willingly redevelop the theory of relativity
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| Without rolling, I’ll win at dice
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| Telepathically send advice, revert time and then live the same minute twice
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| Expose electricity to greater shock
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| I’ll make time skip from 7 to 9 ‘cause I mentally wiped out 8 o’clock
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| You couldn’t see me from three feet
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| I massacre sweet, burn you like a cd and then put your murder on repeat
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| Vocally aim shots 'til brains rot
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| I knock rappers off different mountain tops
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| But their bodies drop in the same spot
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| I’m
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| Loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| I reveal with Imhotep’s architectural skill
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| My intellectual will is real
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| For me planets only take seconds to build
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| He wanted The Wizard so I paid him an anonymous visit
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| I’m calm in a blizzard with a bite like a mad monitor lizard
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| Eradicate foes with expedience
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| Recipe poison, they die immediately after reading the ingredients
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| My syndicate spits with infinite wit
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| With a specific hit, I make birth certificates insignificant
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| I frequently become frequency
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| No mind was made equally
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| Secretly five minutes of sleep is like a week to me
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| To battle me is a fallacy
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| My chemicals naturally unravel and actually cause allergies
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| My gradual mastery of my mental capacity
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| fasten rapidly into a paragraph cardiomyopathy
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| I use your carcass for feeding vultures
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| I’m rebreeding cultures, love to insult ya with bleeding ulcers
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| Loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| I’m the wildest aggressor, style abolisher, your knowledge is lesser
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| The scholar tester, at age 2, I taught college professors
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| Release minerals like the sun do
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| Twilight zones I run through, we can exchange chromosomes and I’ll become you
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| No pimp flow, just endless increments of info
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| Though I slow, me and a jet plane clocked in identical tempo
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| My aptitude literally slapped a dude
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| Unbearable flesh, burning biohazardous chemicals is what my rap exudes
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| I damage DNA daily and leave genetics scarred
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| If you’re broke and need a vocal assassination, I take credit cards
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| Pathetic odds are your chances
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| I exercise skills that disrespect guys
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| My voice ejects Colombian neckties
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| Against me, voted a million to one that you’re left mad
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| And the one vote that you got, that came from me because I felt bad
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| I keep clicking like when the pistol jams
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| My missile slams like rams, I perform mental exams on sacrificial lambs
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| Loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip
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| I’m loaded, loaded like a sawed off
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| I’m loaded like a 12 gauge
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| Bodies hit the ground once I hit the stage
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| Loaded, been in the game and I still rip
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| No matter how many verses I spit I keep a full clip |