| Fuck the trinity, inseminate the earth, now take its virginity
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| In my vicinity, rap is like energy pack
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| Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic
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| Melodies, never melodramatic but hypnotic like cellos for fellow fanatics
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| I fiend for who fuck wits, inappropriate
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| Fill 'em with so much lead I’ll call Berger and Associates
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| This rhyme will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
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| The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
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| Skilfully-placed poems and carefully planned symphonies
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| Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
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| To fuck with the likes of I and my tenacity?
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| This is what you get when you fuck with the likes of
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| The magnanimous flows of total assholes and ignoramuses
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| M.O.P. |
| slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
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| The advantage is we banish artists, labels and managers
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| Amateurs found six feet deep in metal canisters, we
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim, cock
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim
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| Lil' Fame bring it live, yo, that’s what I strive for
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| I’mma settle this before you get to call five-o
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| You wanna see me four-five blow?
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| Nigga, put the phone down 'fore I dump two times four
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| What you wanna cry for? |
| You know that my hammer is heavy
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| And it got kick like taekwondo, now you gwon die slow
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| I’mma show you how to stretch a motherfucker if you wanna watch tae bo
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| (Yo, we down by law) And when I hold this pound down for
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| It’s for me to put it down (By war), shit is like downhill
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| I’mma make a nigga smell the corpse from Kings County Morgue to Brownsville
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| (Ohhh!)
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| Rep your hood and wave the flag
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| For almighty Pharoahe, Fizzie Womak, and Danze
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| (Guns up) Guns down
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| (From sun up) To sundown
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| Make you sing 'til ya a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, dow!
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim, cock
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim
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| I’mma put you cowards in perspective
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| If you looking for child’s play, don’t look my way
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| They have never gave me any credit
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| So I developed a homicide fetish, deal with it, motherfucker, it’s your call
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| It’s only seven ways a nigga usually fall, I’m abusin 'em all
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| Now will the real comers please stand? |
| Get up against the wall
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| (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) Yes, yes, y’all
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| Make it easy on yourself, Danze don’t sleep
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| When I catch you on a creep, I’ll lift the ground right from up under your feet
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| That’s word to 'Lah, be a man and prepare to die
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| It’s the return of the hooded soldier, your man should’ve told ya (Be cautious
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| if it’s walking sideways)
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| Intended to blaze (First family) and Pharoahe Monch, studying criminal ways
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim, drop
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| Show no mercy
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| For the love of this shit, here niggas are bloodthirsty
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| Try, load
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| Lock, hammer
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| Aim, cock |