| Are you ready? |
| Are you mad inside?
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| Got you strapped down to your seats
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| Out of the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
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| God speed, approach follow my lead
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| Fire winds gust, empire crush
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| Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
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| Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
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| Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke
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| My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
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| Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
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| Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
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| All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
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| No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
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| In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip hop to the limit
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| Nightwatch, pad mark
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| Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
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| Gimmie what it takes NOW!
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| Rage, rock roll, fight
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| Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
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| The diabolic witty, dialect’s darker than Gotham City
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| With the possibility to stop your walkin ability
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| God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips
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| The missile tip’s impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
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| Official scripts strikes when physical hits
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| You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
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| Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems
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| Liver than WWF Warzone
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| Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse
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| Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
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| Logical facts from the terror dome
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| Spill from the guts, trail to you? |
| puss? |
| from where you bust
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| In God you now entrust
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| Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
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| Clown what? |
| You’ll get drowned in the cut
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| While crowd round up
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| Rage, rock roll, fight
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| Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
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| A-yo, yo;
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| I spit bars, traveling tremendous speed measuring far
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| Been busting satellites circling Mars
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| Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
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| Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
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| Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
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| Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
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| This music, is mind control like computer chips
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| Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
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| With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
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| Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it’s game over
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| Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
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| Mind controller, 2009 time folder
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| My coalition, bring the demolition
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| Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
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| Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
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| Makin million men march
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| Rage, rock roll, fight
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| Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
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| Yo, who got next? |
| Meth got next
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| I chin check, all these MC’s line em up god, I go Jihad
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| Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
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| Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob
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| The boulevard ain’t safe for your kids, that’s how it is
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| In the ghetto, we ain’t scared to death, but scared to live
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| So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
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| Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
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| Slowly I turn, face the one and only
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| Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
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| Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
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| 36 Chambers, enter at your own risk
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| Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
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| City never sleeps, streets is restless
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| Rap style’ll slave you, when you least expect it
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| Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
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| Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
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| I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy
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| Rage, rock roll, fight
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| Brawl, fall, rumbleee! |