| Word em' up yo Hard to breathe and hard to chill
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| The balaclava mask appeal
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| '89 pop loud, ghetto blast the fill
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| I’m Seagal Hard To Kill
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| Marked for death, for whatever bastard I miss to calm at will
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| Get em' then cause and effect
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| Had to let em' roast, get em' close then hit em' with a fucking hungry ghost
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| I left battle rap alone
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| Stuck to savaging the machine, chew and laugh on the bone
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| She went kinda nuts when I fucked with the top shelf
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| «Mr. |
| Trials» getting down with your bad self
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| This aperteister, fuck the police ya Take the power back, rhymes ell' beat ya To death, caress, Waco text
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| Floats advertise for the same, no less
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| Break the ground rules don’t take no mess
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| Born to bleed this life of death but hard to kill
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| «As I come back»
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| «Vents One»
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| So where we at We’re going to a terrible place
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| Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case
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| Deep in the third rhyme medical waste
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| I reign terror, 6 there — federal state
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| And who you be? |
| Vents One you knew me Low-key go to work like call no de?
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| Get a little bit of land so I could get free
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| Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill
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| Killing a terrible thing to waste, post hate
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| But a rock won’t take the style, we killing the rock with state of art
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| Ke Sara, you better prey that ya Java lie crisp then caress in the pagans star
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| I’m the primitive man, lay brick where the pyramids stand
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| In the great southern land where I roam
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| Prone to outbursts so take my stain with a bad habit
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| Fuck Fred Durst, we making them rust in peace, it’s the ones deceased
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| Re-born then release the rise in the East
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| The sum of a thousand mad men on May The First, survive secarian birth
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| Residing in material, rank and serial number
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| Born with a barcode implanted in my brain
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| Torture lies authorised by the law
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| But I foresaw your demise
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| «As I come back»
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| «Vents One»
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| So where we at We’re going to a terrible place
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| Paranoid, clinical, unbearable case
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| Deep in the third rhyme medical waste
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| I reign terror, 6 there — federal state
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| And who you be? |
| Vents One you knew me Low-key go to work like call no de?
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| Need a little bit of land so I could get free
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| Grow my own shit then chill and stay hard to kill |