| Checkmate, pull the plug on a fake
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| Get to steppin too late, gotta take em, break em down
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| One testify, see the fire in his eyes
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| We determine the ghost when a warrior cries that sound
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| Spirit flips, soul spits. |
| Meditate on the words from the King’s lips
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| Apocalyptic, psalm scripted, prophet’s eyes
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| Armageddon come quick, It’s a death wish, of a white witch
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| Come inside and I’ll tell you were the beast live
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| Come inside and I’ll tell you were the beast live
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| Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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| Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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| Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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| Mark My Words, Mark My Words
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| Soul that’s raised by a rush through your veins
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| Gonna bring the pain, You can see it’s goin down
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| Frontline, nobody left behind. |
| Rebel soul, let em know
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| when it’s time you better hold your ground.
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| Regulate, interrogate, cause the enemies loose and he’s out for the take
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| Under no faith, leaving no trace, another one took by an old hate
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| It’s a death wish, of a white witch
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| Come inside and I’ll tell you where the beast live
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| Come inside and I’ll tell you where the beast live |