| Extreme instinct to survive
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| From the first minute of time I was sipping the elixir of life
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| Born with infinite lives
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| When collecting thoughts I suck the universe into my mind
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| I’m lyricism defined
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| A voice so loud I leave the studio before I’ve finished my lines
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| Shaolin monk blessed with a powerful punch
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| Knock every last oxygen molecule out of your lungs
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| I sit back and kill time wasters
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| Never second guess I stab in the dark with light sabres
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| We’re the undergrounds upper echelon
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| To Whom It Concerns, you’re sincerely written off with this letter bomb
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| I’ll have the rap scene cordoned off
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| When I engrave your name on a bullet, and call the shots
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| You’ve got it backwards like French grammar
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| So I put the nail bomb in your coffin with a sledgehammer
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| My blood may be a fiery red
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| But there’s nothing but ice in the left side of my chest
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| Not right in the head
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| Rolling triple sixes every time I’m dicing with death
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| Raised on the opposite of love
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| Drove insane with a body in the trunk
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| Yo, psychological disorder
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| My mind rotten to the core like Sodom and Gomorra
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| Strange deranged, twisted insane
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| Crazy demented sick in the brain
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| Strange deranged, twisted insane
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| Crazy demented, schizophrenics
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| Strange deranged, twisted insane
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| Crazy demented sick in the brain
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| Strange deranged, twisted insane
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| Crazy demented
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| Throw grenades and play fetch with a dog soldier
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| I’m Jason, Bourne the 31st of October
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| One nine eight three A. D
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| God made earth in seven days and took nine months to make me
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| Breathe fire as I squeeze on my dragon balls
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| Catch zees when I sleep on my padded walls
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| You now sleep with piranhas
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| I’m the salt of the earth in the recipe for disasters
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| Boa constrict blood flow to your lips
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| Focus my eyes at the moon forcing a solar eclipse
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| Nobody is colder than this
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| Think outside Pandora’s box then begin opening it
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| I’m never sat in traffic
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| I lift the car and run till my muscles dissolve in lactic acid
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| Dinosaur spinal cord, rigid dermal plates
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| Turn away and backstab you with my vertebrae
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| I’m the right man for the hatchet job
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| Prepare the abattoir for the Lamb of God
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| Banish you to the land of nod
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| Close friends turn into snakes like Aaron’s Rod
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| Between a Ragnarok and a hard place
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| R.A to the last days, no matter what
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| Camelot home to my knighthood
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| Got Jakabok Botch locked inside my rhyme book |