| I bring you ten tonne girth to this homegrown range
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| Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
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| But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
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| We elevate to that next state, motion divine
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| Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
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| With this knowledge and overstanding
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| Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
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| Yes, we come proper with potency
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| Ain’t no blood in my body, it’s liquid soul in my vein
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| I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
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| And it’s all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
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| Chat like pickney to the piper that pied
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| As this natural mystic blows through the air
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| These lessons of life become crystal clear
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| Precision of my vision is ital
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| Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
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| Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner
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| One time I bored ya, twice you can’t couf
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| No, we won’t stop rebuke thee
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| You satanics, you fools can’t recruit me
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| Not now while there’s
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| Movements fi make, typhoons grew
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| Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
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| Movements fi make, typhoons grew
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| Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
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| Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
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| I’ll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
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| Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army
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| How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming
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| Run and catch in tune with the elements
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| At speed we proceed, traction for action
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| Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
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| Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise
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| I can still recognize devilworks when I see it
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| Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
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| Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend
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| They fiend for that crack, ain’t no one to tax
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| We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
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| Best believe that these times is treacherous
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| And I know not how else I’m supposed to act
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| But stand close to culture roots-fi
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| See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
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| Haggling others who for the cause
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| Reigning with that roots type terror
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| Freaking at your weakhearty era but
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| We build, move and prove that we don’t suffer fools |