| Jump on the track with a hardcore hustle
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| With a busload a niggas this time we bought 'cha muscle
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| Wildchild’s the one to uplift most and it’s confirmed
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| So tonight let’s bang this Madvillain music 'till it’s adjourned
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| Loot rushes in head first with the full force of a ram
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| So the source of the verse coerce the course of a jam
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| Went to hell and back, saw devil sellin' crack
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| In fact had to come back with brother with the mask
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| By yellin' «black. |
| power to the people», who support raw music
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| Blessed from the start to keep upliftin' progressive art
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| To come out and uplift words
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| Take verbalistic leaps to the next purge compact dope poetical excerpts
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| Who’s the expert (Wild)? |
| With the physical frame
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| Who’s mental was tamed to get over in this musical game
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| When the Madvillain breaks your dome you’ll see
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| Your interval depth was written for those that slept
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| We take 100% unpredictable steps
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| (Say what?) Who’s the one that rocked up a party with the vigilance urge
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| When smokin' the ism the division is blurred, but vengence is heard
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| And just when ya got, caught up in the cynical thought
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| Intervals in the shape of a mic get put straight through your heart like. |