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Hahahaha... |
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Yeah, muthafuckas! We're back! |
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Pharaoh clique, muthafucka! Yeah! |
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Des Devious! (King Syze!) |
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Apathy! Celph Titled! (Kamachi!) |
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Vinnie P.! Outerspace! |
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7L, ES! |
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I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 |
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But the IV that leads to the funeral floor |
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Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics |
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Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets |
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Face it, muthafucka I could pay to get rid of you |
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I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals |
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A new tyrannical force for you to fear |
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Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs |
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A shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter |
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Take your sister, rape your sister |
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Make your sister take it in the face |
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And if you're facin' us, block off a 30-block radius |
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I throw more blows than boxin' Dr. Octavius |
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Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner |
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We the quality of deep dish rims, y'all the hub spinners |
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Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner |
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Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister |
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Niggas know better, no one's letter is better than mine |
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Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high |
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Plus I testify, it's best you die |
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Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies |
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Down Syze, I'm ousting you guys deep in the dirt |
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Clockin' in and out of rap, have y'all fiendin' for work |
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When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth |
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Non-believin', make me steamin', make you meetin' the earth |
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Aiyyo it's my world, and I wont stop |
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And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped |
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In the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots |
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I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks |
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I'm the man that you pray, don't spray the flames hot |
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I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops |
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I astound and amaze, y'all praise the same god |
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I'ma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard |
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Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts |
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I'm a box up your frame and play the same card |
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And I'm out for fame, spacebars and quasars |
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Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y'all |
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Yeah! Rawl muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety-four shit! |
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Shoot the fuckin' place up! Yeah! |
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AOTP, blast through your army fatigues |
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Damage your team, competition done it with ease |
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Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my steez |
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Collectin' my cream, I'm livin' your dream and peepin' your scheme |
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Put you on lean from right hooks, pausin' your jux |
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You fake crooks need to hit them books |
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Learn the rules of the game |
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Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain |
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You gettin' drenched in that November rain |
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We the opposite of that wack shit |
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Trash man of clap rappin', you die tragic |
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Five six professional assassins |
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Rockin' these mics and reppin' my fam' with passion |
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Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards |
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Tell your man and your parents we be demandin' ten grand an appearance |
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At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics |
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We be like Manny Ramirez, compatible |
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With the radical, magical, and emphatical |
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I'ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle |
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Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room |
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I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons |
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Your petty men are buffoons |
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We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds |
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I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics |
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Tupac's alive and well, Big L 'The Devil's Son' |
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Rise from hell with dope lyrics |
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Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck |
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Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East |
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My specialty, only rhymer envelopin' my lyric sheets |
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Knock turbans off of Sheiks, use a pipe bomb |
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Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists |
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With they dreams no longer in arms reach |
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That's what I call dealin' with calm speech |
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When I alarm your peeps |
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Inscribed in a peasant's palm is a blessed psalm |
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If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no steppin' on |
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My forty five is my weapon |
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My culture's a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in |
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Squarely I step in, tiltin' my clips and blue Stesson |
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God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference |
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adapt to any preference, pussy |
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Yeah baby, kings of the muthafuckin' underground! |
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Y'all motherfuckers don't want it with us! This that rawl shit, throw back shit! |
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I make Evil Knievel music, I come through stuntin' |
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Every verse is the same, just flipped a little somethin' somethin' |
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Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant |
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Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship |
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Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your socks/Sox off |
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Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off |
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I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record |
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'Cause you's afraid I'd put your muthafuckin' frame on a stretcher |
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I can't change laws son, that's a government issue |
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But I'll break laws with a gun, it's a government issue |
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It's the Army, we got power in numbers |
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And that's nines, .45's, .357's, and M-500s |
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Some people say I'm superior when I shit it |
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Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous |
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I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design |
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I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme |
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Mozart of street rap, breakin' the barriers |
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Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers |
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Ready to mangle, anybody crossin' the line |
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I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time |
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Ready for war but won't rock no dick trees |
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I rock mic's, you'd think it's a hundred and sixty degrees |
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Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks |
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Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips? |
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I'm slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words |
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That's the reason that I'm fly like the life of a bird |
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I don't care if you dead, let god have ya |
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Cause I'ma stay rugged and rawl like Marv Hagler |
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That's something you don't know about, you small rapper |
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Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper |
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Allah backer, murder every track that I'm on |
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You just spit a fuckin' verse wack then you gone |
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Fuck fame, I study the fame closely |
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They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley |
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It's pain homey, and your blood on my pen |
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It's Army of the Pharaohs and we flooded with gems, yeah |
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The Torture muthafuckin' Papers! |
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Dead Sea Scrolls out here! |
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Y'all don't want it! |
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It's fuckin' rawl rap! |
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AOTP! |
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