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[Intro: kung fu samples] "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Dexter Wiggles:] |
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Yo... here come the enemy |
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And what stands, and we will take... |
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For sure, the |
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Lion of Judah stands within the way |
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Ready for the voices, to call out the other |
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Beware of the storm... |
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Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty |
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Gigantor I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like |
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Skeletor The editor, senator of all rap, competitors |
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Get this job done on the mic quicker than - |
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Financial or power, |
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I attack with the sunshower |
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Get the new pres', the taste of |
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God's power |
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Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights |
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Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline |
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Coming a catastrophe, death of another |
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M.C. Killed by the legendary |
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G-O-D, as in me |
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Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously |
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Periodically, and wake up and be somebody |
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I swam the shores and cause the laws and |
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I recall The rise and fall, but now see |
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I walk tall |
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Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging |
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I rough up then tough up, |
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I leave your shit left for supper |
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Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted |
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Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet |
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On with the subject, cause |
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I'm tired of hearing this rubbish |
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Now get your stinking breath off the mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" [Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language] [Leggezin Fin:] |
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We had 30 years of war, live hardcore |
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For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died |
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You can't ever be denied when, words are only option |
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Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin |
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Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping |
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Leaders get starting, |
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AK's, ASK's |
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With the magazine that say, real |
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Leggezin Aiyo, that's what |
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I mean, people pray for the day |
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Of a good well being, man cry in your genes |
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If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low |
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So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit |
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Try to make a profit, still |
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I crimes up for the rise |
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To the market, so many people starving, die for nothing |
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I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping |
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Love forever "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack" "You Wu-Tang... " [Crisis:] |
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Who serving us? |
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The Knights is superb with this |
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We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence |
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The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it |
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Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick |
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Black Knights, we far from good samaritans |
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Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine |
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In the veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered |
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You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit |
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Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary |
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Niggas can't handle me, bring static like |
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Channel 3 |
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On the M-I- |
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C, or on the streets leave you like |
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Can it Be |
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You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy |
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Yessir, like my nigga |
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Pharell, for real |
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Niggas get killed, |
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Black Knights, we destroy then build [Christbearer] |
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Yeah, I make it all seem so simple |
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Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental |
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Killing them off, |
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Christbearer the boss |
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The young |
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Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah |
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I see the rats run the relay |
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Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the |
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DEA Yeah, |
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Christbearer, he say |
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And he's an |
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O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be |
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The freestyle champ, keep it amped |
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Then, nobody in the camp gets served |
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When I swerve, |
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Christbearer the king, |
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I bring The, fire, the rain, |
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I touch 'em, insane |
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So psycho, yeah, |
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I'm in the |
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PJ's In the projects, |
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I go, insane [Rugged Monk:] |
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Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden |
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It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting |
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Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones |
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Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone |
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Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice |
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Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close |
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To the Rugged |
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M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay |
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Display a chamber of rhymes, you couldn't match on your best day |
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I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin |
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Compton's where |
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I come from, and shit happen's often |
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What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes |
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He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing |
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Even my girl say |
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I'm stuck in my ways |
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Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with |
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K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts |
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Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking |
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My dosage of murder is a movie 3000 |
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Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man |
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Chicks say |
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Dre Street, the last man, specialist, man |
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I represents a crime family, nominated for |
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Grammy's Brooklyn |
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Zu, up in the casino, chips like |
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Bingo Flights to |
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Reno, my team's 'source' like |
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Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail |
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We so dangerous, we don't get bail |
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Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell |
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I got to escape like |
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Alcatraz, |
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I be on the run like |
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Ol' Dirty |
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Bast' With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash |
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And I got dough from paid shows |
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Like uptown, and |
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Tonight at the |
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Apollo Dre |
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Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the |
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Silverado |
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Fuck the fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air |
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Like spirals on a football, like it was thrown by |
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Brett Favre "Take the sword! " [Beretta 9:] |
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You should pray that |
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I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand |
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Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us |
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I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on |
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Christmas |
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Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that |
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I asked for |
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Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask |
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And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask |
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And we be living it up, future, present and past |
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A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like |
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I got class |
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Wine in the wine glass, fine bitch with a fine ass |
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And her friend too, the evil that men do |
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Just cause |
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I got cash, will |
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I figure I take two |
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Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Interlude: sample] |
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One hundred men co-operate to save ten lives |
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And ten men save one life and death |
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That has always been the way of the 108 |
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Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:] |
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Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword |
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Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord |
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Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword |
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Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord |
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You playing with them rooks, knights, bishops, kings |
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Queens, bishops, knights, rooks |
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Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks |
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Gold shields, illest crooks for the boldest juks |
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We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook |
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It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it |
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It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's |
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Jesus on it |
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It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it |
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It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it |
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And still know that it's all there with the features on it |
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Like them |
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Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it |
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We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it |
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In high school |
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I even had my women teachers on it [RZA:] |
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We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds |
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When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze |
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Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers |
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I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver |
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Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when |
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I pull it |
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A quarter inch, |
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I clear the whole bench, |
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I clear the whole field |
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And the building, your boy |
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Bobby Steels been |
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Trapped in the projects, playing spades with the pilgrims |
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Now I"m back on O-R, aiyo, pa The glock goes pop pop, now it's back tok the Alamo " |
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I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now |
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Because of it... " " |
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Take the sword! " " |
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The sword? " " |
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Come on, give me the sword" [Outro: sample] When a man wants to attract the female The best way is to apply a musk perfume But when a man uses a musk perfume There are two important things he must be aware of One; is that he will get the woman he wants Even if she woudln't ordinarily succumb to his charms The other is that his own special odor, his body's natural smell Will change... The very demon of revenge seeks divine guidance? Haha, do you really think you can absolve yourself from sin? By sculpting, stupid little toys? Who-ho, now that's some shit you don't see everyday You've fallen so far, coward I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword? Against another, where's the cold blooded killer, you once were Do you no longer have the stomach to fight? Will you remain a coward, even as your father suffers? Oh, now, that just ain't nice You don't have to listen to that shit And you have such a long long way to go To save your poor tortured father I've almost revived his rotten bones Oh he will live again, to feel pain To suffer, and you don't even have the number two headband yet So I have a few more days, or maybe even weeks To enjoy your father's pain Before you even have the right to challenge me Watch |