| I spit the prophecy, this ain’t just rap
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| It’s an epiphany, another bomb track
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| You a bitch slap, I’m the boom bap
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| Yeah, you can get with this or you-
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| Fuckin' emcees talk smack
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| But their rhymes are so whack
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| So step back, I rep that mic
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| And rock all night, I’m alright
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| I’m on fire and I won’t stop
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| I won’t quit, I won’t die, I can’t fail
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| I’mma raise hell nigga, nigga I make bail
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| Unplugged from the matrix and you hate this
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| I’m the vendetta, Neo — I’m the one
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| We anonymous, we can’t be undone
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| How can you sleep when your bed is on fire
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| (1 more body)
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| I don’t want to be one more body for the grinder
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| (1 more body)
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| How can you sleep when your bed is on fire
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| (1 more body)
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| I don’t want to be one more body for the grinder
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| 1 more body
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| Grind 'em up
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| 1 more body
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| Grind 'em up
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| 1 more body
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| Grind 'em up
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| 1 more body
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| We grind 'em up
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| They can fuck off
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| I clock pop dumb fucks and beef, bruv
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| My sharp blade gonna cut you up
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| So what now? |
| Uppercut, fury fist, kapow
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| I ain’t gonna let a sucka motherfucka wear me down
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| I’m loud, I’m gangster, rocks heavyweight
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| Shock while I in the ring, bop while I devastate
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| Pitch forking, night stalking, pissed as fuck
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| Stand ready on the trigger, don’t push your luck
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| I date rape the bars, gun sacks
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| Hit you with that weed rap
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| You talk behind my back
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| You get slapped like a bitch
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| Catch an ear for my lyrics
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| Cut you up, sew you like a stitch
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| I’m an all-star, yeah, you ride the bench
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| Quit to hit 'em, fuck 'em man
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| Quick to split 'em in the gut
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| I’m picking them up off the ground
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| And letting my dogs look out the pound
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| Chew their mugs, spit them out
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| Dumping their bodies around the town
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| Zipping up lips, shutting 'em down
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| D-Loc, he’s busting rounds
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| I’m a .44 magnum, dead body dragging
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| West side outlaw, start toe tagging
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| From the fire, spit by the dragon
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| Lords of the underground, no need for bragging
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| This is mashing while speaking on truth
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| They got the bomb track, bring in the truth
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| We are menaces to society, no need to lie to me
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| We stay high, don’t question our sobriety
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| I got demons screaming inside of me
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| Crime defining me, we are the dynasty
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| One body, who’s gonna stop me, huh?
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| One body who’s gonna stop
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| One body who’s gonna stop me, huh?
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| One body who’s gonna drop
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| I say, fuck authority — they are the minority
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| Together we stand up tall, the new majority
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| Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
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| The prodigal son returned, Apocalypse Now
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| It’s the purge, feed the urge
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| To blast somebody in the mind like they deserve
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| This is the end times, I am so ready
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| Like the pair of doomsday, hold the gate steady
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| The pale horse upon 'em, sacked death
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| Broken is the seal like the ribs in your chest
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| Into your lungs, make it hard for you to breathe
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| Choking up on bile, you’re infected with disease
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| One more for the grinder, set a reminder
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| No choices left no nerve, no black box transponder
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| Long gone, laid to waste, you ain’t safe
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| One less bitch now when murder was the case
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| I ain’t the beast but I’m what the beast is afraid of
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| You come in peace but you’re leaving in pieces, straight up
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| I’m like an octopus coming from every angle
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| Ain’t no stopping this when I’m swinging the blade
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| I’m the ominous synonymous
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| Synonymous with ripping through people
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| Like they were cartilage and I’m driven by evil
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| And the only thing I’m driving is a knife in your spine
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| I’ll cull a hundred times like I’m stuck in rewind, screaming…
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| I don’t want to be one more body
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| Two dead and kin left again to party
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| I run an axe like a lumberjack
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| And I smack till you blood in my cup of Bacardi
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| Bottoms up when I come for life
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| Rhyme like a vampire ready to sink teeth in fresh meat
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| Time for the pain, I’m out of my brain
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| Sick fuck with a wig, nocturnal and I don’t sleep
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| Underground like our rap, you’re boned
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| In the three piece suit, covered in dirt, I’m global
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| When my throw weird, bask me in blood
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| In the booth and on mic when I’m talking, involved
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| Twisted and heavy, sick and demented killing spree
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| Lunatics who we be, you destined to be a body |