| Prevail
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| The size of the sickle
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| Full of nitrogen and nickel
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| It’s hard as fuck despite the icicles
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| That fall from cavern walls when
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| The God draws calls
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| The art to walk from tall
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| The saga of all
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| Claw, nail, Prevail
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| Hail the factors
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| The channel, the charm from the cradle
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| To the ladles in the sky that’s formed by clusters
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| To labels on our path that are formed by busters
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| The eyes of the reptile move in circles
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| And form all the skeptical live in person
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| My version of rampage in this age in time
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| Are from camp Agent Orange, I perform my songs blind
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| Raises in crimes, we should raise this on rhymes
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| We’ve been prime time viewing with the two of us combined
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| Losing your mind is a played out notion
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| We play with the strings in the cranial portion
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| Stereo versions don’t clash with the air played kings
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| We don’t say fair things
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| Where the knight wears wings
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| And draws human beings to the light of the inferno
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| Terminally ill spoken journal
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| Madchild
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| Yo
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| Weight of the worlds on my shoulders boldly crack
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| And go where no man’s gone before. |
| Can’t hold me back
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| Attacking with passion, that’s my passion
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| It’s a rush, smashing with cannonball crush, bust
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| Ashes to dust from us to you
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| We busting through
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| Speak of violence, yo, cause that’s what I’m accustomed to
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| Hold up. |
| Now who the fuck you think your talking to
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| Madchild, this is a bear trap you walked into
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| If danger’s in the air we prepare for war
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| If you cross our path then we’ll settle the score
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| Get on your knees and put your head on the floor
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| As calmly said after we kick in the door
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| I’m not making this for the weak minded
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| They won’t find it nice
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| But nice guys finish last in this fucked up life
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| Knives and unfair fights and
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| Breaking into cars in the middle of the night for excitement
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| That’s where I came from. |
| That’s where the days went
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| Twelve packs, friends cracking heads into the pavement
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| Some stayed the same, some of us changed
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| I guess that’s why at times I seem a little bit strange |