| I’m a champion, enhancing this anthem, up the ante some
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| Handsome graphic novels we rebel and revel action
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| Axe to smash the place up, bring the demolition
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| Still cage, rage, engage the competition
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| Press pause. |
| And accept your loss
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| I studied all your flaws and you gets no applause
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| Best believe in Santa Clause. |
| Beat me? |
| That’s wishful thinking
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| If you flinching then you ??? |
| now you see why I’m ???
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| Scattering emcees like broken glass after a riot
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| Your lyrics are fat while mine in shape and on a diet
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| Get it straight, I’m lifting weights and sifting crates for beats and breaks
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| We create what you would take and imitate. |
| You aggravate
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| I got a nasty approach, you get a hasty retreat
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| You get smashed like a roach when you crawling at my feet
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| Take a seat, learn your lesson, ask the Pope for a blessing
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| Tell the priest your confessing, now with UNO ???
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| Get on the bus, c’mon and ride with us
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| Or else we’re leaving you and we will supply the dust
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| This ain’t a game to us
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| Approach the mic and bust
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| And we will move the crowd
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| C’mon and put your trust in the emcees (what?)
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| The emcees (c'mon)
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| The emcees (yeah)
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| The emcees (what?)
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| The emcees (uhh)
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| The emcees (come on)
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| The emcees (yeah)
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| The emcees (wooo) |