| This heavy metal sound that you’re hear is
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| The sound is deafening here in the arena so I won’t try to yell over it
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| All I can say is
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| The heavyweight champion is about to make his appearance in the ring
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| Every once in the while you hear the clinging of chains
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| Everything is intimidating
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| Verse 1 (Rock Mecca):
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| When it comes to moving crowds there’s none higher than gunfire
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| You stood behind the one who caught it like Umpire
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| That’s all it took for you pagans to become pious
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| Don’t try us, all my challengers end up in one pyre
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| Dumb rappers wanna battle but they won’t find us
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| Come fight us
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| In the underworld amongst the unbiased
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| Criminal how these rappers wanna talk violence
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| Some lyin
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| Call authorities to come and untie em
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| I came up without a silver spoon
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| Just to make moves
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| Had to connect with unsavory dudes
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| Who never paid dues
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| It ended with a knife in my back
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| A fork in the road
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| I’m vowing that I’d never go back
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| I went from barely surviving to rising to thriving
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| To arriving to the status of a tyrant
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| Who rules the population with the wisdom of osiris
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| And crushes opposition with infinite clips of iron
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| HOOK:
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| Ayo
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| We live for it
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| Die for it
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| Some of us’ll kill for it
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| Lie for it
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| Round the clock
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| Planning and plot
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| To climb your way to the top
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| We ridin…
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| On the count of three
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| Here we go now…
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| Ready or not
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| Your journey’ll stop
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| Through various blocks
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| With flurries of shots
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| And burial plots
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| Expect no help and no pardon
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| No mercy, no pity
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| VERSE 2 (Rock Mecca)
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| I’m rolling up in a tank
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| I pull up next to the bank
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| I’m crushing cars when I park
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| My surfboard is a shark
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| The turf wars that I start
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| Could plunge the earth into darkness
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| I’m Spartacus, march
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| Like Hannibal out in Carthage
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| My office hours is 9 to 5
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| You’ve been notified
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| Unless you wanna go take a dive
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| Like Big Red, control your last five heartbeats
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| When I stick my fingers through your chest
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| And clutch your arteries
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| For these diaries
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| I’ll tell you what I’m using, but I’m warning ya
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| Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
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| 16 bars of Sodium Thiopenthal
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| The flow is breathtaking when traveling through your mental
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| Another sixteen of Pancurionium Bromide
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| To back down the muscle in your squad who wanna go ride
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| Potassium Chloride, for anyone left with heart to question
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| My lyrical text is, Lethal injection
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| (REPEAT HOOK)
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| Verse 3: (Canibus)
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| I will hang your heads from a bayonette’s edge
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| You ain’t even dead you smell like rotten eggs
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| Bear hug the gun barrel
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| Drain blood from your bone marrow
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| Shoot your ass out the saddle
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| Run you over with galloping cattle
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| Battle for a high stakes raffle
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| On the drawbridge of Aberdeen castle
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| One degree above absolute zero
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| I’m a bad bandelero
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| Open the Stargate for the pharaoh
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| Bony or frail
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| Bruce Lee with a ponytail
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| King R Cons bail bonds was hell
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| Fallen angel talk like Gabriel
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| The lion’s share of the planet is dead
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| No matter what I say to you
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| Darkness absorbs light
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| And all probiotic life
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| I wipe honey on my dinosaur bites
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| To get back in the fight
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| It’s war-like how we torture the mic
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| I was born a fortnight before Christ
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| (REPEAT HOOK)
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| VERSE 4 — CANIBUS
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| No pity
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| Spit with me
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| Walking through the whole 360
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| Man look at what we did to this beat
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| Rock Mecca quote the eighteenth letter
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| Seventeen in the Beretta
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| F16's cool, F15's better
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| Fourteen radar cross sections
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| Thirteen dimensions
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| Twelve months later
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| Eleven-Eleven
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| Nine Eleven, no question
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| Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four
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| Three, Two, One
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| Hell bent on weapons
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| Mecca |