| Ok, listen up! |
| I think we’re being setup for an ambush
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| I think there may be strong enemy forces over in these buildings over here
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| (Hey, I hope they’re just fucking with us.)
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| I’ve requested tank support
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| (I ain’t ready for this shit.)
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| Now sit back and listen to 'em, but keep your eyes open.
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| Verse 1: (Moka Only)
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| I’m psycho-sematic, you might know the static
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| That automatically comes when we hit these drums
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| All of the underworld saying
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| «Here he comes, to snatch back the crown.»
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| And that’s passed around
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| In my fleet we beat the odds, meet the godfathers
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| We keep the crowd hotter. |
| You speakin'? |
| Why bother?
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| I auto-modify my style, I got a monicker thats volitile
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| It’s Flowtorch
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| No force the sport knows more resourceful, than us
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| Send us more rewards and parcels
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| I’m not the type to sit around on bar stools
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| Me and the mic, we been around since car pools
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| And now with the 90's behind me
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| I’ve finally designed the epitomy of grimy
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| You can find me where the sun shine be
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| Try me and I’ll have you all cryin. |
| «Why me?»
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| Ambush
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| Taking it back to the place we made the name known
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| And there’s no survival
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| Ambush
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| You never seen this shit comin
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| And we want y’all to know we still hold the title
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| Ambush
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| We still hold the title, theres no survival
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| Y’all should get live
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| Ambush
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| We strike without warnin', show no remorse, we run the dark side
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| Verse 2: (Madchild)
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| Dangerous and uncivilized
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| Balls, brains, jaws, chains, that’s how I’m livin' life
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| Role reversal, I go commercial
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| Then go back to underground with no rehearsal
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| Roads are closed cause boulders rolled in?
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| I’m a bulldozer, my shoulder’s frozen!
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| Cold-blooded and cold-hearted, I’m cut-throat
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| I’m gonna' finish what I started, what’s up though?
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| Redeem, my team raps capital regime
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| Captain of the making and happen machine
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| Boss of all bosses, you cut your losses
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| Catch what you’re tossin', I’m fuckin' awesome!
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| My luck, I’ll profit.
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| Of course I’m on my own dick, it’s attached, can’t get off it
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| Jack move, hiding under the staircase!
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| Army fatigues, strapped gas mask, and bear mace
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| Ambush
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| Taking it back to the place we made the name known
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| And there’s no survival
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| Ambush
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| You never seen this shit comin
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| And we want y’all to know we still hold the title
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| Ambush
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| We still hold the title, theres no survival
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| Y’all should get live
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| Ambush
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| We strike without warnin', show no remorse, we run the dark side
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| Verse 3: (Prevail)
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| Rediscover the brotherhood of the wolves
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| Way we cut 'em, couldn’t feed 'em to the dog
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| I’m involved, mystery’s unsolved
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| The opening group’s on?
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| Cool, tell me when its ours
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| I’m gonna treat it like a gymnasium
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| Going two-times-platinum, we only play to win
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| I can’t hold it in, I’m spinning out of orbit
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| I’m comin for your fuckin' planet like I fought for it
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| Metamorphic, something metal in my pocket
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| Turn it from my mic to knife and slice an eyesocket
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| Got advice like Crockett and Tubbs
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| Got you higher than the drugs that they make in bathtubs
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| Ambush and push through with muscle
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| Push come to shove, I got you seein' double
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| Pure shock value, my core’s c4
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| It’s like crawlin' through a trench in the second World War
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| Ambush
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| Taking it back to the place we made the name known
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| And there’s no survival
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| Ambush
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| You never seen this shit comin
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| And we want y’all to know we still hold the title
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| Ambush
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| We still hold the title, theres no survival
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| Y’all should get live
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| Ambush
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| We strike without warnin', show no remorse, we run the dark side
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| (Outro):
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| That’s what’s up
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| I’ll go double platinum and come back for my true fans, man
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| I had this shit planned out the whole fuckin' time
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| This shit is for you
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| Your little sisters might not get this shit
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| We made this for our fans, man
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| The people who fuckin' discovered us, supported us from the beginning
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| Word up
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| (Roger, Out!) |