| I’m a blood sucka
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| I feed on the souls of the dead MCs
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| As Mega burns your scrolls
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| I’m a petal from an iron rose
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| My kung-fu is the iron robe
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| I put you in an iron grave
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| I came up in an ocean with iron waves
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| Back-pedalling
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| All you haters let go of my metal wing
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| Clap with this metal thing
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| IGC, that’s my iron family
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| My kids are rough, they eat iron candy
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| My girl’s tough, she wears iron panties
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| I was born in an iron galaxy
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| You can act Sir. |
| William
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| My favorite rock band is Iron Maiden
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| I wrote these raps on iron pages
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| Blacks hate the prisons with iron cages
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| When you speak to the king
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| Address that man as the Iron Sheik
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| We got higher heights to reach
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| Advance the concrete with iron feet
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| We came from hard times with natural disasters
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| Trying to avoid the bullet, chit-chat, and health hazards
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| Since knitting caps and no laces
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| He was rocking it, bopping it, Northface pockets
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| Record papers, evade chases
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| When everybody tryin' to laugh to the bank from places
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| With hard chemicals, regards measuring
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| (Motion) treasuring (moments)
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| We made it through hard shit like fish with large fins
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| The hearts of men, enlightening silence
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| Writing iron scripts, escaping dark dazes
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| Hearts at play, been at enough ledges
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| For crying loud and still got rough edges to iron out
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| Praying, never lying down
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| Got it now waddles be trying to wow
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| We apply integrity with her passion
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| Times heated like the Serengeti
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| Can’t stay still, it’s better when it happens
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| Don’t get dried in
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| From the frying iron, for lying again
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| And die trying while crying
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| Just a suggestion
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| Just to question what he told him
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| Couldn’t hold him from rolling the Western war like a golden golem
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| God bless the soul, man
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| Oddly dressed old man
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| With fresh kicks, broham
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| The freshest slowest jam
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| Ride a iron horse
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| With eyes wide cross
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| Let off, the side iron
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| Trying to guide the lost
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| Iron clad and rhymin'
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| At the droppin' of a diamond
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| Filthy metal fingers get it poppin' like a hymen
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| At first she said no, her iron was low
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| He had to go, get back to mining iron for dough
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| Flow with an iron tongue
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| Spit words from an iron lung, where flung
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| Who gives a flying turd or iron dung
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| A chunky jewel bracelet
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| The width of a lion’s wrist
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| Metal faced scientist
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| Rule with an iron fist |