| Huh!
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| Check it
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| Uh!
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| Silence, something about silence makes me sick
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| 'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist
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| If the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
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| But if ya bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin'
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| Some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices
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| Like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises
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| Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal
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| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
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| Yeah
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| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
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| With a fistful of steel
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| ('Cause I know the power of the question)
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| With a fistful of steel
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| With a fistful of steel
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| (And I won’t stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
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| It’s time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
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| If ya will it, I will spill it and ya out
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| Just as quick as ya came
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| Not a silent one, but a defiant one
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| Never a normal one 'cause I’m the bastard son
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| With the visions of the move, vocals not to soothe
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| But to ignite and put in flight my sense of militance
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| Groovin', playin' that game called survival
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| The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
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| The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
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| Give you a glimpse of the reality I’m grippin'
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| Steppin' into the jam and I’m slammin' like Shaquille
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| Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
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| Yeah
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| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
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| With a fistful of steel
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| ('Cause I know the power of the question)
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| With a fistful of steel
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| With a fistful of steel
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| (And I won’t stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
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| Aw shit
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| (And I won’t stop, 'cause I know the power of the question!)
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| And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
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| But if you’re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin'
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| Yeah
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| Come on
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| A .44 full of bullets
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| Face full of pale
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| Eyes full of empty
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| A stare full of nails
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| The roulette ball
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| Rolls alone on the wheel
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| A mind full of fire
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| And a fistful of steel
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| And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
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| But if you’re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin'
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| Yeah
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| With a fistful of steel, uh
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| Come on
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| Uh, with a fistful of steel
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| Uh |