| that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell
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| so return to the darkside
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| snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes
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| death is a penalty when you die
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| blood seaks out ya right eye
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| the war against the brain
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| the mad pain will be felt
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| watch da sun the rain expert through his own work
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| Islord choppin’his way up to Billboard
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| the top notch I got mc’s gatherin’sold their life
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| similiar to Fort Knox
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| Lyrical shots and shot rap and fire style
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| Killarmy Profilin’mostly buck whilin'
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| at the click put it to ten max
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| to the up most niggaz is ghost’s
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| on the first lyrical dose
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| that’ll wreck ya brain like uncooked cocaine
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| str-8 from the crates of the cocoa click
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| niggaz chant Killarmy from Bronx Don Juan
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| It seems it never fail (x3)
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| that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell
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| so return to the darkside
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| snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes
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| death is a penalty when you die
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| Let me survive after the fully moon
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| facin’changed said
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| lettin’oracles of oracle man
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| solid liquid and gas
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| I became an Ill fad and cryin’of shame
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| and heal the pain of less of my name
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| and taggin’on the wall
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| bited and blood stains
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| 'til the whole world can see
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| the reality of a madess conspiracy
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| dark heavens slangin’in chemical smoke
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| and hold ya breath or death
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| if not ya choke and
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| speak that what preachers will say
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| I gash him to pieces when he comes my way
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| blood is worser to the storm
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| and the singers I jacked
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| who are going to die perhaps
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| I sang watchin’men through the valleys again
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| then I spin into a circle of wind
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| which is a tornado or I’m dangerous
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| like David Caress of Waco
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| to wake up the ammo
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| Killarmy dipped in green like deniro
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| It seems it never fail (x3)
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| that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell
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| so return to the darkside
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| snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes
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| death is a penalty when you die |