| Apocalypse Now
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| Mind over matter next batter be Tical
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| Put it on a platter how much uncut
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| raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what
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| Slang killin it, touched
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| You feelin it, in your bloodstream
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| deadly venemous elixir
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| Hammer like Sledge that be Sister
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| All and together now, follow me, the Mista
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| Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh
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| Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one
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| Bring the rap arma-gedde-on, let it be known
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| When you walk up in this Dead Zone
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| wit all that wack shit, now you know
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| you dead wrong, one thousand lashes
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| Detonate that, pussy Massengil rap cleanse that
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| The kids rank, snatch collars off, while ridin off
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| Float boat big boys, Oakland A’s stashed away blades
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| Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
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| Somethin sheist like, seven butcher knives, rollin Rover style
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| twice, finger itchy like lice hair fell out somethin
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| to conquer, stomp ya like that cat Blanca
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| Toy Tonka truck ten carat on ya monsta
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| Ring Rocky like fuck switch sides like water rides
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| The DAT bubble life preserve the other guys
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| Now FUCK Y’ALL act wilda
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| The style wilda than a praying mantis
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| Chillin like *long inhale*
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| As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin
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| the courses of time, devils no longer exist
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| as God Cypher Divine, all minds one no question
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| Now check it…
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| Perhaps we can go through Lessons
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| Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin
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| Comin with that lip professin, you must take
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| Allah for fool, where’s his Jewel
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| Was he usin Mathematics as a tool?
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| Tell me, the struggle is God and I came to build
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| Shit is so real, inside you distilled
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| Back in the form of mist
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| You wishin you did the Knowledge before speakin
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| Seekin, where you went wrong
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| And why would I bring you such physical harm?
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| Yo, mind arson, my squadren, surround the Sound-Garden
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| Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target
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| Sniper in the cypher, I, Pied Piper
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| Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
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| Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
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| Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
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| Two pulls, I’m wild like mechanical bulls
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| Pack a full house, it’s girls night out, pull a hairful
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| Heavenly laced, stimulation make you feel slow paced
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| I motivate and await my sober state
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| Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent
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| Five Percent Range whippin soul controller of the lynch
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| Mackin phone rings, Stephen King trauma down at Danzine
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| My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine
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| Coconut jewels, wore no color shoe, knife annual
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| Moses lost his sandal, hidin the manual
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| Blow the vandal buggin off of Bon Jovi hits
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| Grammer lo-ve, famous murder weapon was a trophy
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| Seize posin in Oshkosh, guzzle cries
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| Sabotage massage rap bandit at large
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| Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
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| Thurston Howell the Third kid’s back on the scene
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| Call it chopped meat, cause every word is choppy
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| My logic crunch all crows to death, Kobiyashi couldn’t stop me Gettin caught up in my world, Haagen-Daaz world
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| Backflip and then twirl, cave your whole world in |