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*Into* |
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Yeah |
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a.o.T.P., come on! |
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Underground legends, yeah |
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Yeah! Army of the mother fuckin' Pharoahs! |
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And what I'm saying, independent |
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Warriors taking over the game |
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And I'm sayin' it time for y'all to lay down |
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And I'm sayin' we back. It's been too long |
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And I'm sayin', the deer hunter is here |
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*Verse 1* - Chief Kamachi |
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Ain't no need to know my ethno', 'cause world wide is where my respect go |
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My flow is multi-spectral, like I'm space spaced on LSD |
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Entranced state dancing techno, tellin' y'all haters to let go |
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It's enough beef, but be vegetarian: observe the spiritual laws |
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Purify your channels and clearly hear your flaws |
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So I won't have to convince you |
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That you wack and shouldn't be here at all |
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Kamachi's dissin' that I hear it all |
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And see you run from your squad, |
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Screamin' that "I wasn't there wit y'all" |
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I start wars with the toungue like it's a lesbian arm |
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Talk with that Thesbian charm |
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And you can let your stereos amp this, it's the old english |
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Pamphlets of a hoodlum hamlet |
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Or the literary FBI cameras, candid daddy |
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Yeah!(Ha ha ha ha) |
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This shit is child's play man |
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*Chorus x2* |
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Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery |
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Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering |
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This pain and strife can no longer exist to me |
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Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery |
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*Verse 2* - King Syze |
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I'm an assault author |
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Shockin' vaults mixin' water disturbin' the law and order |
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When I'm broiling for the future, we dem better kids |
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Rap flows throughout my heritage |
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And let it live you reppin' shit where's the evidence? |
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All I see, and hear, is poison to my ears |
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I kill a track, choke-slam this man |
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And let the sample live another day |
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save it for another chase, hunt it down with my brothers outer space |
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Drive runs in my careers, bent up anger |
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I'm 'bout to leave these raps alone and load bangers |
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It's just the words from a slave rapper |
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Tryin' to bring the game back, talkin to the same master |
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I'm takin' a stand, my shit expands |
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Beyond makin a band that talks and storm upon forsaken lands |
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So when approach, bring your best shit wit you |
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When I break it down you can take the rest with you, word |
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*Chorus x2* |
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Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery |
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Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering |
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This pain and strife can no longer exist to me |
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Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery |
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*Verse 3* - Vinnie Paz |
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Yeah this is bars of death |
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We murkin everybody, God is next |
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This is raw literature, pure as Ghandi's flesh |
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Palm to your chest, let your breath cave in |
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A heart attack that bring the horror back, wes cravin' |
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It make no sense waitin, the teams risen |
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Like Pakistan and India liberated by Britain |
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We got rid of dead weight division sharp and cleaner |
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Like the assasination attempt at Cartagena |
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We like a zombie feature, cause it ain't often sweet |
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And it ain't nobody fuckin' with us on the street |
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We re-inventin the wheel cousin, the cycle dead |
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We push the rock and we buck like we Michael Redd |
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I gave you life instead, gave you rights and bread |
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I think it's time that I separate the disciple head |
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That's probably the only thing that can calm me |
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Vinnie Pazienza it's the mother fuckin' Army |
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*Chorus x2* - |
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Don't let your life be the aim of pure misery |
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Don't let this knife keep your frame on floor, shivering |
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This pain and strife can no longer exist to me |
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Don't be the cause of an unsolved mystery |
