| My sons, absolutes, and friends
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| I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord
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| (continues preaching)
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| Arch Rivals
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| We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared
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| They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one
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| Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere
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| got the children over here, teaching them the problems
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| And its the real one
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| Ahh man now we got the over there
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| The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one
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| Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
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| But not deadered to be real or to be severed
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| A double-header, the black mecca respecta
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| Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to cheddars
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| For the first setter who loves it wetter
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| Well I can make it better
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| In a bloodbath you letta
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| black soggin, treaty, the ledger
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| Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
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| New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers
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| Take you beyond the heist, forever so Doin out Little Italy to Mexico
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| Now who be the next to go Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco
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| Or strictly back to disco
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| However though one and my own one, soo
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| Never pet yo, full deck pro
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| The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo Between two steels
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| to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
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| got it real got it down, yo As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces
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| And make ya death the sweetest
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| Punch a hole through ya cleavage
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| By the way how was Jesus
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| I hope you been baptized
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| Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes
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| And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm
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| I remain calm, for the storm
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| As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen
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| And then I grab ya friend
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| And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse
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| And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation
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| Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw
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| Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
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| His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
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| No more groin or colon, he’s just moaning and groaning
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| Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting
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| Reveal the sword of the viking, it’s frightening
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| Put down yo fist they’ll be no fighting
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| Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
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| And leave your carcass in the darkness
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| Where the jackals prowl upon your grave
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| Yo hear a howl from the cave
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| Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
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| Sing along sing along sing along
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| Strumming my fiery harp, 'til it get dark
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| silver darts melt in your heart
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| Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart
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| My team be strong, we live right or wrong
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| death come calm, sweet wit a charm
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| As I speak from the throne in my temple
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| My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level
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| Devils in the mist, hate we exist
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| Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit
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| Styles murderous, sordid justice
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| Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch
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| Modern Egypt, diamond presidents
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| Drug measurements got us dead on cement
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| Robbin for rent, guage in the trench
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| Slave ever since, return of the prince
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| Constantine the great, never go for bait
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| Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state
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| From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
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| My armory run the economy
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| Rule is our policy
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| The deaf dumb acknowledge me Like love peace and honesty
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| The thugs on the street hustle to eat
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| Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats
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| Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
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| We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
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| Not a friend of me…
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| Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
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| If I have to blaze yo I just wont care
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| We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme
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| My team gleam, like matches and gasoline
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| soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
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| He died a tread, It was passed the asking
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| In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion
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| Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
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| The demolitioner with the codes of honor
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| You want drama? |
| I’ll bomb yo and yo mama…
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| (Reverend talks till end) |