| We all come united as one, revel in
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| The brethren, the medicine men
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| Lock a big piece down straight severin
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| Never settlin' for less like a veteran
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| Then react to our built format
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| 'Til death play its part and we transform back
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| To the essence until then our presence is all that
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| We seizin 40 acres right the fuck off the map
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| (Now who’s the first incision it’s an interlocked position) Indeed!
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| Flexin' a lie, spittin' and switchin' on positions
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| Coverin' the strong safety, bubblin' in Macy’s
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| Lacin' tracks by Niq, the antidote is complete
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| The bass like the chisel, crash the walls of the Jeep
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| Delight in personnel as they romp in the street
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| Intent is to bend, non-understandin' in those that peep
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| Automatic is static across the beat
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| With vintage fortified material antiques for lyrical
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| Shit I can feel the vibe inside my soul like a spiritual sermon
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| Never difficult to determine, examine
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| My verbal prognosis easily equals that of a blast from a cannon
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| (BLAOW!) So fuck chronic
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| It’s the deadly demonic, I’m playin hydroponic
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| That make a nigga and his man react, like they supersonic
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| It’s the lyrical program murder assault area
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| Shake crack, shatters down barriers
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| Ghetto life in the form of a SCUD missile (hittin ya area)
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| Heat-seakin' where are ya, infrared rays are starin ya
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| Down to wear out your movements in spirit and sound
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| True and living
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| We still remain rough rugged still strugglin' jugglin' bombs
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| Shovin' in Tommy riddle times are troublin' we still bubblin'
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| The black magic without, magic wands, the bonds we on
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| Droppin mega jewels on third eyes like smart bombs
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| Now most kids can’t figure the fudge, they can’t deal with
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| My vertical liftoff, or poison progress
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| Attack future fighters laser light point dot is
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| Hostile radar (and move on any invader)
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| They’re merkin', awkward shadows are clerkin'
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| Lurkin' from resistin' in arrest, put in my 10, I’m workin'
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| For the ultimate hurtin', my steel curtain
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| Will block your entourage, sincerely, for certain
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| So how you prove who you are? |
| (Who you are?)
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| We got individuals, mentals mixed with visuals, subliminals
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| Attributed to, love and understanding for my group
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| Bassline tragedies over mackadocious loops
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| Lackin the notions, motions granted we hopin
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| (And just copin' to exist with lyrics that’s like mist)
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| Estabalition, cinco, seperate accounts, Swiss
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| Five individual rolos, ex. |
| quisite isn’t it
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| Type riveting visiting us at the OK Corral
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| Pivoting on the axis of earth, we givin' birth
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| To all new types of angles (all new types of angles)
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| Stranglin' the President and burnin the star spangled |