| Check it out, one two
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| M-illi-tant
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| I be the, alias Malik B
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| Internationale rationale
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| All the people up 68th Ave.
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| and across Broad Street
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| or Silk Lane in South Philly
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| And on, et cetera
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| Check it out, check it out
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| Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
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| So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
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| Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
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| So when we begin to assassinate your cast members
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| Dig it, cool calm collect in my perspective
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| Search the premises, I leave no clues for detectives
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| My verbal impact across your back slap
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| You talk about you see me, but your vision’s full of cataract
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| It don’t matter that, your glass house I shatter that
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| Bad luck I walk under now show me where the ladder at
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| Pull up the urinal organs up in your bladder cat
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| Approachin you with shriller rhetoric, as if you had a sac
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| Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it
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| with ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it
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| I used the banner of a slant with a zort
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| Change your strategic plan, my man’s getting bored
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| Your vocal chord is fraudulent, and not the true porcelain
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| I bring the fire, earth, and the source of wind
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| The force of sin will endorse the pen
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| We all search for sanity, but I think that it was lost again
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| Now which stick of artists, can be the smartest
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| My beam of sunlight shines the brightest in the forest
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| Regardless, artists dislike because I’m?
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| Control the temper, makin MC’s whimper
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| I tilt the Earth from off the axis in the center
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| Next I’m in the womb like a placenta
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| M-Illi-Tant the city ninja, uplift
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| cause I’m the soul avenger, remember I’m no great pretender
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| Strategis, I bet y’all niggaz can’t believe this
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| I read you like a whole avenue that’s filled with meters
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| parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how niggaz cat-walk
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| over my pit of venom and send em to the asphault
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| For inquisitives, who wanna try to test me
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| What protects me, will make you shake like epilipsy
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| Plague your neighborhood with lyrical le-prosy
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| Stimulate more than Ecstasy y’all niggaz check my recipe
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| Dig it, I must observe it, analyze when I’m chillin
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| Peep out who’s the villain then make your whole pavillion
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| of a Sicilian, excuse the greed don’t want a mill'
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| I want a zillion — stacks of Franklins to the ceiling
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| I counts stacks imported, fuck the yacht and the mansion
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| I want Pluto and Jupiter, political, universal expansion
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| Buy out Tommy and Halle Hanson
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| Kidnap America,? |
| you hold it for ransom
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| Pass it down to my grandson, I got no time to be romancin
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| Only time’s for mental food and advancement
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| This game of Life is strictly chancein — get to know
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| the nature before I get know the nigga while I’m glancing
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| Enhancing, is my mental — I play in the midst
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| a squad a team most crews is not in the halfs of rentals
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| My utensils, display a whole variety
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| Even when in the cut niggaz can’t cut they anxiety
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| Peep, I fill your brain with suspicion, pay attention
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| like you paid tuition, and stop all your bull-ishin
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| The rap chemist in the lab to the finish
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| The mic is my apprentice, cause I can’t stand
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| courts or tennis, my pigmentation is the menace
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| That’s why the system’s always tryin to pursue with a blemish
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| Pale asses, think a nigga in this
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| My flow’s tremendous, for the meal you can’t replenish
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| The question you ask me, situation get worse
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| Fam I won’t befriend ya, cause I’m no great pretender
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| It’s like that, one time for your mind
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| Fifth Dynasty, interwine and combine
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| M-Illi-Tant
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| The Bad Lieuten-ant
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| One hundred X, Bahamadia
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| Minds and souls, like that
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| Fifth Dynast', my man ?, P.R. Star
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| My man Slick Looka
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| Check it out, one time like that
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| Feel the Fifth
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| The One-Fifth attack
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| Your backbone and spine
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| Check it out
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| Brother Q.U.E.S.T.
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| South Philly,? |