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{*fanfare*} |
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(Hook x3.5: Islord) |
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Ladies and gentlemen you about to see |
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The flyest MC's, just rippin ya M-I-C |
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(Killa Sin) |
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Eh-yo, we come from gun cockers, rock the guzzle and |
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Pop a couple and bop the opposite the coppers runnin in |
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Rooftop binocular, why's they keep hoverin? |
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Somehow, someway, you know they comin, kid |
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Duck from the po-9, blast 30 rounds for my comrades |
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Cocktail bomb, my Killarm' rag'll launch that |
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Complex, gin X intellect, intercept the mic with an inner-step |
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Smash like a rental wreck, young gun but been a vet |
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Walk North, mini Tec talk to ya sawed off, mine blow ya balls off |
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Worldwide from one small asylum, Staten Island |
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Where the crime round-up rises like waves when homicide hits |
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(P.R. Terrorist) |
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Visualize whats on my mind one time |
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If it's not crime, it's teachin the deaf, dumb and the blind |
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How to be refined, not once, but two times |
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Mind and matter, who's beats are fatter |
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Who's lyrical treats of data, one more step to complete the latter |
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Press delete, pull out the heat, the beef'll splatter |
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Increase the static with the peace, cuz all I see is the beast |
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Tryin to take my beauty, lock and load the Uzi |
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Terrorist: The Movie, not for ya child to see |
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Blue Steel part 2, Killarmy part 3 |
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Puerto Rican little nigga on the M-I-C |
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Reppin Nueva York seriously, Dom P is like a bully |
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When my raps come out they rock hoodies {*echoes*} |
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{*bullets firing*} |
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(Chorus x2: Killa Sin) |
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Eh yo, whatever we want we gon' take it |
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See we could build it up or we could break it |
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We leave 'em shooken up bad like when a quake hit (x2) |
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(Beretta 9) |
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We bomb aerial, material, 1 shot scenario |
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Killarm' battalion stage show, 4 Sho Sho |
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You want war? Machine gun tour, these shots inform |
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Ya door black, they knockin and all that |
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Surprise, slugs murderize, empor'ize, widow wise |
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Penalize, those who didn't criticize us, what fun, let it slide |
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Caramel, Ginko thoughts, knowledge twice, yo |
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I'm nice, salute me, bust my joint, aim precise |
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While you shoot G, fuck that shit |
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Second guess us, murder 1, return yo' shit |
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(9th Prince) |
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Eh-yo, fresh out the P-Now, Allah with C now |
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Move the crowd, 40 thou' is how the kid get down |
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Locked down in the pen, it makes assassins |
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Bloods and Crips, Puerto Ricans and Italians |
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We all top billin in a cell, straight Hell |
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Nobody made bail, watch for the 3rd rail |
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Life's no joke, chill loc, kid already got his nose broke |
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Oh that's Duke from Killarm', yo |
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CO's swallowin my notes, make moves or let ya body float |
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9th Prince with the roller coaster flow |
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Eh-yo, I'm ghost {*echoes*} |
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(Chorus x2) |
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{*bullets flying*} |
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(sampled singer) |
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Ohh-ohh.. ohh-ohh (x3) |
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(War movie sample) |
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Come on, men, let's go! |
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Do you see the spirit of these men? |
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Do you see the new spirit? |
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Why do you wanna take advantage of that before |
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somethin happens to zap their strength? |
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Damn these battalion relieved in |
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In a defeat, or even, to have it reenforced with |
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troubles from the reserve regiment |
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If we were stalled before reachin the top |
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Jesus Christ, that takes a Hell of a lot more than I can stand! |
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I've waited all my life for this! |
