| Shark the industry
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| Shark the industry
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| Change your world
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| It’s underwater madness, son
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| Ey yo it’s deep sea danger, animalistic behavior
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| Man on ya target, infared laser
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| The man who gotaway with the biggest crime caper
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| Time’s a mind racer
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| Heading for a crash like a stunt driver
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| Put it together like MacGuyver
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| Set the trip wire
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| Put the harpoon in ya name like Roy Scheider
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| The end of ya big biter
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| The sniper, the countdown to death
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| The plan was running smooth till the man ate off his legs
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| Shark the business, industrial tycoon
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| Monster of growth, all in his way he will consume
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| See sky and land, the most deadly predator is man
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| The killer with the weapon in his hand
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| Raised to be violent in the modern environment
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| The ways of the greedy tyrant, the corporate giant
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| Real bad man move silent
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| My blue aura shine vibrant as the sky turn red
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| I detect negative energies like a hammer head
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| Move elusive like Bruce Banner did
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| It’s a scandal kid
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| Think sharp under the sea and the gloss
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| They prepared with them darts
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| For the great white sharks
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| Survive and attack, there’s only one way
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| Battle to the death, that’s how sharks play
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| Hookin' them shark modes
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| Sharp, sharp, sharp like harpoons
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| Survive and attack, battle to the death, that’s how sharks play
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| Son, it’s like some deep sea diver
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| Swimming in hell’s fire
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| I meditate to acquire thoughts higher
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| Bust a bust, hold cypher with the dude’s writer
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| Scribble the truth, make you look a fool and a liar
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| They’ll never dumb me down, I get wiser
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| Percussion master, Terry Snyder
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| In flight like a glider, over the perilous ocean
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| Watching the drama unfoldin'
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| An episode of madness, snakes and ladders
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| Lying but sharp
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| The enlightened few of us, the members hate his mark
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| It ain’t a walk in the park, have to stay on your raw
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| Wicked man doubtless walking on a destructive path
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| A financial loop, where morals is out the booth
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| Killing sharks for their fins to eat shark fin soup
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| The shark in the soup, the titan of all tyrants
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| The men who stole us and put us on the islands
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| Dangerous diving, we killers in the water
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| The modern day jungle, Sodom and Gomorrah
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| Spiritual torture, the beings of light, the downtrodden’s plight
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| Against the industrial might
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| The fight for survival, the vic to none can rival
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| Going all out like Chief Martin Brody and the rifle
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| In the lab, took the vinyl, patterned the turnaround
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| Cooking straight fire like man we gonna burn them down
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| Break the glass, take the crown
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| Master the arts, stay with the darks
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| Till the black man kill the sharks
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| Survive and attack, there’s only one way
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| Battle to the death, that’s how sharks play
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| Hookin' them shark modes
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| Sharp, sharp, sharp like harpoons
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| Vibe and attack, battle to the death, that’s how sharks play |