| Madchild
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| I’ma fight for my right, stay tight on the mic
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| Only house on the block shine bright late at night
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| See, I stay on the grind, get hyped right in sight
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| Yeah I work so you like when white lightning strike
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| Who wanna mess with the best when I stand like a man with the «S» on my chest
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| And my flames collect dangerous rep when they step
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| So the cops want to stop me at best, not impressed
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| Like I give a fuck
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| I’ma live it up
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| We have risen ‘cause I’m driven, never giving up
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| I’m a wizard in my prison and this isn’t luck
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| It’s like I’m livid on this rhythm and you with it, huh
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| A lot of rap these days, it’s so predictable
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| It’s not particularly terrifically difficult
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| Don’t like your vision and it isn’t what I listen to
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| I mean, we could get physical. |
| Grim Reaper could visit you
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| Madchild
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| Ain’t no trauma like
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| Ain’t no drama like, my life
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| Come alive, Mad not calm at night
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| You should watch your mouth before you mobilize
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| Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide
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| Ain’t no trauma like
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| Ain’t no drama like, my life
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| Come alive, Mad not calm at night
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| You should watch your mouth before you mobilize
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| Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide
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| Prevail
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| My opening comments will tarnish your campaign
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| I vanquish with language, my Riot Squad like Bad Brains
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| My man Shane’s a razor blade, grade-A grenade
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| Arrive to the dark side of life and your train’s delayed
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| I’m the conductor with a hammer and an anvil
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| The Phantom of the Opera, dropping bodies in the landfill
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| Grave epitaphs engraved with the first and last names of all the victims that
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| I’ve claimed with effervescent raps
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| Brighter than floodlights, young knights of valor
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| Never turn a blind eye to the strength of my armada
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| Master and commander of the battleship fleet
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| Admiral Prevail, your ship wrecked on Battle Axe Beach
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| Landmines, claymores, tripwires, trenches
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| Try aerial attacks and we’ll shoot out your engines
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| Tailspinning, g-force, lose control, nosedive
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| No parachutes so you and the copilot both die!
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| Madchild
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| Ain’t no trauma like
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| Ain’t no drama like, my life
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| Come alive, Mad not calm at night
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| You should watch your mouth before you mobilize
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| Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide
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| Ain’t no trauma like
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| Ain’t no drama like, my life
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| Come alive, Mad not calm at night
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| You should watch your mouth before you mobilize
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| Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide |