| Uh, we in Seattle wit the Mag the Knife and the Pharaohs
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| We loaded wit double barrels and all the cipher &apparel
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| We banging the Lost Battles and everything is a gamble
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| 'Sour Diesel’that raw purico wrapped from the gravel
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| We travel 'A Vicious Cycle’from Illadel to the Eiffel
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| My wife will walk wit a rifle, if I ask she’ll snipe you
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| Best believe the shit on my sleeve repping what I’m here for
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| Therefore my arm extends to who I’m here for
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| I’m still raw still spitting and working hard
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| Like King Syze walking thru them 'Labor Union’doors
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| Its real, conceal a weapon till the day of the election
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| When Bush gon’it’s on I’m licking at his direction
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| Spitting it to perfection, my ghetto report card A plus
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| Lay plush, new Chuckers laced up gritty
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| Shitty Saturdays, jewels look like Gamma rays
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| I’m Bobby Knight wit a mic in his Indiana days
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| Atlanta Braves tomahawking your parade
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| I fuck wit Phillies, watch you silly nigga
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| Watch what you say (I smack the shit out you)
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| We ducktaping whoeva the fuck hating
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| We leaving no prisoners, I’ma sin this to Son sacred
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| (Chorus) Planetary 2x
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| Hail Mary full of grace
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| Praise that the Lord be wit us when we walking thru space
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| Bless it, are those who rose to step in our face
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| We gotta get 'em, I hope they in a betta place, got 'em
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| Nah, y’all ain’t hear me on Gun Ballad or Black Christmas
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| Or Bloody Tears, I was busy handling my bizness
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| Me and Planet the same but we a lil different
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| Back in the booth like we left something missing
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| Back wit the truth I pray to God you niggas listening
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| Stack to the roof like pyramids but ain’t Egyptian
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| Use the mic as a brush to paint this diction
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| They gotta quarantine the lab they say we sickening
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| Music is like cook raw we blazed the kitchen
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| We got love worldwide amazing isn’t it?
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| We Blood Brothers from another father, another mother
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| Rhyme guzzlers son touch us and ain’t no one above us Who put in work like us and who the fuck can judge us We change it up a bit don’t understand what’s all the fussing
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| We make it happen; |
| we persevered thru all the weather
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| We Puerto Ricans so we accustomed to do whateva it takes
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| We stand firm, we stay together
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| OuterSpace that set in stone and remains foreva
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| QD for life, for worst, for betta
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| I got a hunger for blood and I thirst for chedda
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| (Chorus) Planetary 2x |