| When the lightening strikes and the thunder crashes, I’ll be somewhere laughing
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| Y’all too busy Tomin' while I rained all on your cabin
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| Unchained you from the mainline and detained your puppet masters
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| Ask me «Why the flow so dope?», that’s just the angels flexin'
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| Showin' off they blackstar in the land of anglosaxons
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| Imma name all of my lamest tracks and still be flamest rapping
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| Fahrenheit 451 blaze laces through your classics
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| I’m Ellison and Baldwin
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| You Zane minus the passion
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| So, who you think the people gone believe when it all come crashing
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| 'Cause money don’t mean nada when your product go last season
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| And the US Treasurer gets trust and bound and charged with treason
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| If you don’t know how to turn that goddamn metal into AU
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| You’ll be waiting in line asking the government to pay you
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| They’ll privatize and slave you
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| I was one time and saved you
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| Now step into my mental wonderland
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| Man, what say you?
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash
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| I’m ten-zillion light-years away from any MC breathing
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| If heaven had a name, then it’d be Sa-Roc, Hand of Shiva
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| I’ll Buddha, Krishna, Shango, Allah, Christ you into believing
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| Heist your father with a haiku then invite you into our religion
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| See, I’m the type to fight the fame but still be in love with the game though
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| And you the type to love to hate me
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| You relish in the painful
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| See, all the greatest prophets had detractors at they table
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| They ain’t the first ones making plates from all the fruits of all my labor
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| Rebuke thee smiling faces
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| I’ll take real evil over kind fakeness
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| Watch me rap a straight line to the pious from the fakers
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| You Pilate trying to crucify Messiahs for they greatness
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| I’m Tony the Tiger, homie
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| Ain’t no denyin' my nature
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| It’s proven
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| A man with no cause will fall from his flaws
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| So all them charlatans you follow bought to drown in they ponds
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| You can either follow the leader or two step on they bones
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| Call me Duku I’ll neutralize your group attack of the clones
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash
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| I’m the twenty-fifth Century solar complimentary
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| Holy my controller of the royal parliamentary
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| Dopest to the nth degree
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| Who competing mentally?
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| Me and rap like Ruby D and Ossie bond and meant to be
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| Now pass me the baton
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| Imma take it to the winners circle
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| Draped in garments like Alice’s magnum opus, Tinted Purple
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| That’s that Empress Menen shit
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| Fine silks and linen fits
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| FOI and Chakas on the goon squad
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| Who finna flinch?
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| You don’t wanna samba with the lyrical Dalai Lama
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| Spit a piece and slapped a piece from out your chest and leave you stronger
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| than when I met you
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| Use The Force like Jedi weapons
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| Balance dark and light
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| Who Roc? |
| Glow the brightest, shiny beacon in the darkest light
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| That be mine
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| Cause humble never ever paid my bills
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| And hunger made me a predator never pray before my meals
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| I’m NIck Furious. |
| I’ll quickly turn you agents into S.H.I.E.L.D
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| Block your hateful talk and save your final statements for the real, sucka
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash
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| This Black Magic for them addicts and them rap fans
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| I’m back at it wreaking havoc on yo' sweat glands
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| You want to test the God?
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| Nah, don’t make me act rash
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| Light a spark and feel the blazing fire of my backlash |