| Yo, the Death Star spins only millimetres from the core
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| Burn down your city from inside like a Trojan Horse
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| Me? |
| I have risen before. |
| Walked the Earth
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| Half water, half salt, deep-sixed C4
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| 20,000 leaves of pressure, definitely crush your lungs
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| Cannonball Crush from abyss to oblivion
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| Then land at Stargate, strength of praying mantis
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| Partnered up with Hellboy, use it to my advantage
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| Horns made of silver, golden trumpets Harold me
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| Servants and minions, they only embarrass me
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| Go get the kerosene, let’s start a bonfire
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| Burn, baby burn
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| Put an arrow through the town choir
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| Barbed wire, tripwire, RPG, bayonet
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| Little fishies biting at the bait who have no meaning yet
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| Let me show you how to give a reputation permanence
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| Encounters of the third kind, third eye, Copernicus
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin' |
| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| All fallen warriors call to
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| Yes I can make a change like Obama
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| Change the world with my own to hands like Ben Harper
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| Ancient manuscripts, encrypted Magna Carta
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| Visions of a world overflowing, molten lava
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| Powerful beast that crush like Chupacabra
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| Sabbra Cadabbra Black Sabbath armour
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| Move with my unit, march until the sun break
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| Drown when my sound surround, open the floodgate
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| Love-hate relationship bound by the human soul
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| Thirteen crystal skulls extraterrestrial
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| Twelve labours of Hercules, I’m invincible
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| Multidirectional professional firepower
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| Focus my ammunition, blast through the Ivy Tower
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| No one is safe from the place that I came from
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| Red like the sun’s core, black like a raven
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| Amazed by my traits in Spasefase the project
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| Spoons I can bend with my mind, other objects?
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| Move with my telekinetic phonetic process
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| Energetic Bedouin medicine, way too complex
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin' |
| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| Got you eating out the palm of my hand like feeding pigeons
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| Beats Ol' City Rocker, we could bodybag a rhythm
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| So, welcome to the cataclysm, 2012 calendar
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| 2010 Olympics, yeah, Vancouver, Canada
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| Hammers and hacksaws, screwdrivers, nail guns
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| Power drills, Battleaxe Warriors, Prevail One
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| Had to know this day would come
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| Sky overrun with a cloud made of black smoke
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| Loud like a black crow
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| When the day break take time out for solar charge
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| Powered by the lunar cycle, howl when the moon is large
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| Fangs of The Wolfman, Benicio del Toro
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| I know I’m half human but still feel no sorrow
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| Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day, Big Bang
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| Ice covers everything, ice age, new king
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| Liu Kang, Street Fight, subzero motherfuckers
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| Every time I rock a mic I’m a scorpion, aight!
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin' |
| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| We comin', we comin', we comin'
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| When we start gunnin' you better start runnin'
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| You better start runnin'
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| You better start runnin'
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| You better start runnin'
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| You better start runnin' |