| As we lead MC’s into battle
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| I stand ground with Tee Studios as my castle
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| Roaming through my original bracelands
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| Visiualizing my verbal style thru spray cans
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| Takin ova building empires like Caesar
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| Try to screw me and I Scrooge you like Ebenezer
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| Nice gals on the mic fights for the grand prize
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| N-Light-N be the torch in the force of the midnight
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| (Tech Rock)
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| Camelot be turning
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| 98−3 times Merlin casting spells leaving walls burning
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| Two shadow knights riding through the wood sites
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| Mic carriers in the moon light
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| Soon fight, battle, whom write the remedy
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| Voice maleficence, slingin like Yosemite
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| Benevolance versus malevolance
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| You represent irrelevance
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| We’re heaven sent elegance
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| (Telling tales with a dark age relevance
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| The men, mc’s talked about in the past tense)
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| Takin ova, we be the legatees to the rap legacy
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| Sereneties of the industry
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| Takin ova!
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| It’s the north sea defender, storm outsender
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| Scandinavian, Iberian islander
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| T.P! |
| Theological Prophecies
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| I give you beliefs, Tiara energies
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| Fuck 'em in the streets V.O.T chase you out of town
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| The sound men about to catch another beat down
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| Yo, Tee lay the beat down
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| (Who am I ?)
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| The best Norwegian producer on the M-I
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| I take you to the sea, the open type
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| On any open MIC I shine, Saint Like
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| Glorious, Viviende god apaladre
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| I’m sailing in with the Spanish Armada
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| From the horseback to a 24 track recorder
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| My bees be walkin the water, crossin the border
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| Shouts to Cod 2 and the crew C.O.D
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| Let’s whack these others crews like cap M-P-C's
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| Kid Karma drop the drama, shiny armor Ivanhoe
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| Seven swords swinging soldiers in the Romeo (?)
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| Harrow head heroes from beyond the 7 meadows
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| Tellin tough tales from the backside of the meadow
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| We can never settle, battle for the line over kings
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| Clinging steel and reprint shields is what we bring
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| Tee takes the lead, like Arthur we won’t fail
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| Adventures awaits, search for the Holy Grail!
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| The Mudstained Trubadour
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| Masquerader, element to carry through for my cause
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| Pearly white teeth connected to my jaws
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| I pause a bit
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| To let my palms get in position
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| Play the role out of suspicion
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| My mission is sparklin clear
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| And I won’t fail, V.O.T in my back
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| T.P must prevail, Royalty
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| Suckers better pay a fee
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| A very important point is loyalty
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| Now I reveal my disguise
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| You guys see blury flashes of my eyes
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| Which are evil not sober
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| Lettin you know T. P is takin Ova |