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I stand here before the forces of evil with a style |
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The poetically |
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God-gifted child |
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Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier |
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Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder |
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Words of wisdom never abuse the lines they increase, as |
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I release a phrase like a uzi 9 from the larynx |
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Shot in repitition, words never heard before but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack from dawn to dusk, for liberation |
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Driven I will never give in to interrogation |
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The rank, given to me, the |
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Pharoahe Cause every bro flows like a crossbow |
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Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow |
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Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head |
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Here's the key to unlock the door: |
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Imagine a poet without poetical form |
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Rhymes are for sure as an attack cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war [Prince Poetry] |
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I drop smash and causin damage equivalent to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like a poetical soldier in |
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Vietnam, Poetry releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acid |
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As a rebel of rap, |
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I stop, load the |
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Luger as I manuever with the caution as |
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I verbally counterattack |
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Striking like a mad sniper cause |
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I'm the type of hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy cause |
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I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me |
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You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me cause |
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I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind |
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Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times |
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Don't sleep cause |
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I creep attackin from the side that is blind, therefore |
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I gotta be hard to the core |
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And I walk, as a prisoner of war [Pharoahe Monch] |
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Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap |
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Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic |
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Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum |
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I divert em and flirt em insert em then |
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I repel em a breakdown, poetical shakedown |
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Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown |
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The ammo to keep the people steppin breakin open the vault because |
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I'm like a verbal assault weapon |
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I'm mathematical, acrobatical |
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Attack the wack take rap to the maximum |
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You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style that |
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I brung out of faint air must come out my mouth where |
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I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere |
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Take a good look at what's happening here |
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On the microphone, |
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I'm RAPPIN |
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Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin the lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym |
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All beware to prepare for the guillotine |
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Rhymes go express, expert, extreme |
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Be up to par with wisdom and intellect |
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Detatching one's head directly from one's neck |
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Still I've been illing and drilling your brain like a villain |
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I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure when |
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I rhyme for the prisoners of war [Prince Poetry] |
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There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects affects my future environment |
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So in the event |
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I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya |
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Hunt ya down |
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Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya |
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Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired the spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo while |
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I camoflouge in the flash of my stature |
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Mentally cease |
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MC's, that be surrounded |
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I capture |
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And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed |
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And plus your government officials are corrupted cause they're down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects |
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Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty scope lens, steppin upon base that's when the |
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Organized |
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Konfusion massacre begins with a blast |
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Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last cause the task is total termination |
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Poetry and the |
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Pharoahe starts as the revelation |
