| I traveled so far
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| Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar
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| New era, bust em like reign terror
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| So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured
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| The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical
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| Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
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| No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight
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| Take light, through the crypts at night
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| Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
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| Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
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| As lightning strikes snakes out from under
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| Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
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| Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
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| Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business
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| Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
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| I leave your lip stitched
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| Cause you couldnt mind your business
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| But when it came to this rap,
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| You shouldve vacated the premises
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| Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
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| Get loopbtin civil, next up Yo I believe thats me Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC
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| P attack you from the metronome
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| Catch you in your groove home alone
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| Blowin wit the chrome, nigga
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| Im blowin to the bone
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| My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
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| Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
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| Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
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| Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power
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| Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene
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| They think we forget the dream
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| My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
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| Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
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| Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
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| Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
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| From the explosion, my opposition
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| Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
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| Keep em drinkin Benjin
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| Like some chicken heads on the ground
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| Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
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| Me and my clique sharpen the sound
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| Infiltrate the town town town
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| Next up Yo I believe thats me Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC
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| If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris
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| Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses
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| Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate
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| John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish
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| Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish
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| Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth
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| You better try a video shoot or get the boot
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| From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups
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| Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop
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| Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
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| Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use?
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| Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce
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| And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit
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| Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
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| Play the earths flute just before I execute
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| Next up Yo I believe thats me Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD
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| While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
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| Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs
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| The sickest of disease
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| Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
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| My PLO stees is from here to overseas
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| Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
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| Bombin enemies
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| See me in the global war being all that I can be Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
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| Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
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| 20,000 leagues beneath sea level
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| Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel
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| Can you dig it? |
| Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday
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| Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
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| Have you heard crime pay?
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| Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot
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| In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world
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| We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl
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| Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous
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| Camoradiated verbal going through changes |