| A brother strive to stay alive without killing no one
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| His swordplay exceeds the speed of your gun
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| He’s stunned by the sliced, so pertrise, so concise
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| Dice your arm off before you even bring twice
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| Still old afro naughty king of a castle
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| Part of William statues for those who died in battle
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| Ninjas flow like a sparrow, twist up like a gyro
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| Trying to bring my father back through synthetic bio
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| Ceeo must be evil for outta for cathedral
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| To think she can go against the mighty Afro
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| Oh! |
| no whether friend or foe
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| Until voted number one they all fall below
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| He got to be the one Samurai
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| He got to be the number one one one
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| Yo, yo
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| Verbally I’m a beast released to the streets
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| Spit on the cross, choke the reverend
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| Fuck it I’mma kill the priest
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| 9th Prince lyrical samurai
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| Cocaine cowboys lynch from here to Panama
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| Check out my double edge sword
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| Killarm woodlot my third eye is my shield
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| I choose to kill by will
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| Duckin parole, now I am on the run like track and field
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| The black Samson, keep a blade in my afro
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| Ask your ho about the grandaddy flow
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| Watch me kill this bitch ass nigga in slow mo'
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| I’m from Staten Island but now I live in Harlem the city of Gotham
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| Who the fuck got a problem?
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| He got to be the one Samurai
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| He got to be the number one one one |