| Yeah
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| Masked avengers, check it, yo
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| Masked avengers
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| Camouflage ninjas
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| Masked avengers
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| The indians near, there’s no time for fear
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| MC’s better beware, of their worst nightmare
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| Soldiers of the Wu infantry out and locked on your vacinity
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| Killarmy take on those who walk on the street to the danger zone
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| When you grab the microphone, this is my rap empire
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| The so called game who get fired, overthrown, stone the devil
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| Stampede, doing religous rituals, blind individuals
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| Brothers get lost like wandering Jews on a pilgrimage
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| My team pack beams on the line of scrimage
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| The first one that strikes get the advantage
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| Lyrical destroyers, five in the midst causing damage
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| «Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon
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| «Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon
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| «Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon
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| As I stab the darkness, faces of death is all thats left
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| Intensity, filled with suspense, my minds condensed
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| Subjected to projects not one aspect of jiggy
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| Dark and senile from the dark ages are dark like the the cruel sea
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| Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans
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| Mobilizing sinister plans
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| Fertilizing cocaine plants on forty square acres of land
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| Extortion, importing, escort services
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| Niggas too nervous to even purchase on this drug surface
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| To be committed by the CIA
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| Criminals in the army engage in war games
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| 'Cuz we’re living in the last days
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| Most killers make you hate
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| The world is too late
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| Ohhhh, and it rained
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Picture this, rap specialist, you know were killing shit
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| Come equipped or else fall victim to endangerment
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| I’m certified, high specialized within homicide
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| To those who die, there by choice, fool its do or die
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| The wilderness is the battle field by will
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| I shoot to kill, aiming guns at niggas who squeal
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| At ease I’m putting sess to my nose, it’s urban warfare
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| Time be here, another one go unprepared, like Goldilox
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| Representing what I’m about, no impersonator
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| Those with fake moves can get the casket later
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| Commentater verbal chrome beat that make the lecture later
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| Fugitive, running from jakes, avoiding major danger
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| Jail time, ain’t trying to get locked up
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| Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck
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| Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on point
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| Situations be coming, waking up that ass with a twenty-two
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo
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| My brain hold ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier
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| I’m sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria
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| When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound barrier
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| I exercise my brain with thoughts thats military trained
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| Lyrical uncontrolled substance damage the main part of the brain like cocaine
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| My heart push blood that keeps them brave
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| While others is trapped inside barricades
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| The new industry order MC’s become slaves
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| They’ll all go against the order dig the illa veins
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| I rush spots, crush plots, then hide out in the Marriot
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| Cops get shot for trying to break up minor scuffles in parking lots
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| A vision of in the war prison
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| Held up convicts with ice picks
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| The lights go out, G’s was stabbing his shit
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| I chopped a rapper from excellence to his back hatch
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| Windpipes get cracked
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| Flashbacks attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats
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| Daily evidence I erase, can’t be traced by jakes
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| Nucleic niggas from the mind penetrate the star gate
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| MC’s found chopped up and thrown in lakes
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| In all fifty-two states, I did it with the help of escape inmates
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| Most killers make you hate
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| The world is too late
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| Ohhhh, and it rained
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| Who will be free now
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| Who will be pinned down
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| Who will be free now |