| Together we are,
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| A powerful force,
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| As one, mind, body and soul.
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| Let no evil enter nor attempt to reduce us because of the beliefs we hold,
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| And with this love, combined with our strength,
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| We ward off pain and stress.
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| Technician I am, whole heartedly, in life and in death.
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| Okay I get it I’m an F. O. N. freak of nature
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| But the pen is gonna heat the paper
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| Was a problem in a incubator
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| Mom and dad was a creature maker I,
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| Never need the shaker the beef from table,
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| The teacher later,
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| Now your the beast awakener,
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| I don’t think the streets are safer!
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| My misery seepin' through my delivery,
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| Bitter we givers and they keep my figures don’t try to Nigga me.
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| The grave digger is hither he is no kidder see,
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| Consider the dark energy, sinner her be inner me!
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| Black diamonds all around clawing all, they’re down,
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| Definites who saw the clown,
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| And now steppin' with that tall amount of big tech and shit.
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| Aah-ooh! |
| 3 times,
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| My people they know what that defines, (Aah-ooh, Aah-Ooh, Aah Ooh!)
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| When the people are lovin' and that’s T-9
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| He run and really make a beeline
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| They bout to hate,
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| Make out the great,
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| They bout to break
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| If they don’t pay off the cake,
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| Stay out my face,
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| You don’t want me to lay out the fake
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| Flip the sick or plain out relate
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| Damned and incredible straight out the gate!
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| We are the darkness but we’re leaving
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| We are the gods that are deceiving
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| We are the painters of blind faith
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| Coming straight out the gate
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| We are the children of your rivals
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| Holding guns while reading bibles
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| Go ahead and seal your fate
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| Straight out the gate
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| You see the face of Ebah on Tech Nina
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| Evil Brain Angel Heart I remain in the dark and anointed
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| With holy they console me when they know we saying
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| Got a hold of me, why they let go of me? |
| I’m double jointed
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| I’m wicked and I represent the sickness
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| All you fraudulents feeling I’m falling offending the father
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| I place you in the deepest darkest part of abyss
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| Nobody but you without any food and no aqua
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| I blackened the sun on you bitches
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| Sack in the dungeons and ditches
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| Yapping is one of your glitches
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| Halt it The Kraken has come with the quickness
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| Back and I’m plundering chicks
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| And laughing you dummies trip when I’m Exalted
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| Tech N9ne
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| Fuck the industry independence
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| We enemies to them and he That’s blind
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| The champ is here
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| The vamp is near
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| Huntin' you heathens, hella hungry and I’m amped this year
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| I am the public enemy #1
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| Fuck your fame I became the name of the gun
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| Now they parents to Aaron
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| Because they sons and daughters wanna be martyrs
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| Believing is the art, ain’t it young?
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| All I got is my balls and rap,
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| I’m appalled that y’all want me to fall calling craps
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| Suckers hate it now they crawlin' back
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| Cause I’m tall as Shaq
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| And I’m always up for brawlin' bats
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| Strange music saved my life
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| I was fuckin' it then the music became my wife
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| Nobody on this planet can tame my mic
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| Call me crazy, don’t matter fucking insane I like!
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| When the sun’s beam melts
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| Everyone screams help
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| Then only one king’s felt when telling all survivors,
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| Welcome to Something Else!
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| And I say Kansas City
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| Will always stay Kansas City
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| Ya!
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| This is Something Else baby!
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| Let’s Go!
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| I ain’t knocking no more I’m breakin' in! |