| I perforate my verses straight 6 o’clock
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| Reverberate the verbs, surround the noun, ground the pound the starting block
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| Martyrs on the rocks disengaged I threw them over
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| Cliffside, from hangman’s bluff that’s their brains on heavy boulders
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| Ready the soldiers up, parascope, Red October
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| Elves and ogres, and hell raisers to focus
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| On pin head, a thin thread, is what holds your life together
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| Nas measure anatomy
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| Take pleasure in the taxidermy
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| Your raps whack poetic
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| You rap whack pathetic
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| Leave you in a house of wax like a museum figure deadened
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| Strike a match, melt a candle
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| Blend the ammo with the cammo
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| Then go * with my famo, its like third rail to *
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| Prevail make you read braille
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| And eat nails, and swallow glass
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| Remain anonymous like Rass Kass, life’s a blast
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| At total recall, you speak in hallow holograms
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| My tidal wave fire even drown the likes of Auquaman
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| We the last of our breed
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| The actors with masters degrees
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| Im a raptor, attack than ill feed
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| And after I capture the last of these thieves
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| You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe
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| Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters
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| The last of our breed we are bastards indeed
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| The last we will smash till you have to believe
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| Yeah, I love God, he has made me very lethal
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| Destroy evil, I don’t really like people
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| Never met an animal I didn’t like, couldn’t bite
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| Smash a rapper into pieces when I hit a mic
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| Equip a baseball bat thats full of wooden spikes
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| Walking down the dim-lit street call me the hooded knight
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| I drop a match and set a tank full of petroleum
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| Then moonwalk across Lemoniun, its pandemonium
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| Battle plan is that of an apache resistance
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| Imagining ten dragons with flags in the distance
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| Skull and double axes
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| Troubled brother action
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| Ninjas doing double back flips, on that shit
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| Social distortion, black flags faction
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| Bad brained wasted youth have interaction
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| Punk-rock mind-state, hair dyed leopard print
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| Fresh like peppermint, darker than a second tint
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| We the last of our breed
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| The actors with masters degrees
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| Im a raptor, attack than ill feed
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| And after I capture the last of these thieves
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| You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe
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| Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters
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| The last of our breed we are bastards indeed
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| The last we will smash till you have to believe
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| Yeah I’m the product of narcotics
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| Exotic drugs and Raw Ebonics
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| Anti-social on grandma’s antibiotics
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| Smoking hydroponics
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| Bumping ladi-dadi while a 20 year old hottie on my dick doing Pilates
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| Like Piper, I stay Rowdy, Rowdy
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| You in a diaper on a tricycle, trying to keep up with a Mazerati
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| Every beat catching a body, see me dancing on a cop car
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| Strapped with C4, screaming out Allah Akbar
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| Ain’t got a fear of death, I’m more afraid of livin slow
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| So I stay driven till my goal is met, or till I lose control
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| Nobody here could save me I’m completely out my mind
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| The only ones that doubt me are completely fucking blind
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| We the last of our breed
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| The actors with masters degrees
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| Im a raptor, attack than ill feed
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| And after I capture the last of these thieves
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| You’ll hear laughter, I’m back on my path let me breathe
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| Dastardly deeds, Inglorious bastards, notorious masters
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| The last of our breed we are bastards indeed
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| The last we will smash till you have to believe |