| See what I do to a microphone
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| The devil need a soul and a light to own
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| Ignite the chrome, right the wrong
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| Of each letter and every poem
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| Every song assassination, what you on?
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| The ink translates the thoughts from the dome
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| The travel of sound
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| Wavelengths flooded the town
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| Frequencies leak up out the eye of the crown
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| About the speaker surroud
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| Melanin, brown
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| I decipher prophecies from the indigo child
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| I lays it down like a table mat
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| Rumble with an M80 ac
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| Carbon 15 have you sleepin' like a baby nap
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| Def Jams just made me that thug, the streets made me that
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| I kick the worm under the rug, smoking an 80 pack
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| I feel the heat of the slugs knocking your lady back
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| I’m from a place where hate is love, you shouldn’t play with that
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| Niggas steal your cable, jack pockets like a baby pack
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| Hope you like blood 'cause you gon' have to lay with that
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| I speak facts, the law man, revolver in his sack
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| Quick draw, and then shot him off the mat
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| Crack, still got the city infested
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| Dynamic on the mic when I bless it
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| The full moons extended the crescent
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| I got a message like the legend
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| I earn stripes like Tony the Tiger
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| Pulling off the tony viper
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| I’m like Swiper, sly fox
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| Cash enters the cypher
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| Pull up like titans, then re-write ya |