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Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line |
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Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes |
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MC's should expect the worst |
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But stay alert and shoot first |
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This is not a test, it's difficulty |
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Picture closely, the ignorant mostly |
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Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb |
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Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum |
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In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the |
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Heavy blast that blew off the mask of twelve elders |
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The math of an elder, praise the lord |
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Thinking Genius, operation project England |
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Commander-in-chief of flight style, check the air craft |
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Glide like the frisbee, Digi look Disney |
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The check false in ones self is pure loveliness |
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Your break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness |
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So when I bust, no one is in touch |
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Some returning with the mic clutched like such |
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Fool plan but never execute |
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He had the heat is hand, but, yo, he didn't shoot |
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Therefore your mechanism of material better be sickly |
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Or let your lead stread incredibly quickly |
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I move bravely, travelling on a horse |
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On a battle field surrounded by the lost |
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Of those who plotted with the brains of animals |
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My high molecular structure be untangible |
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The name ring the bell, killable two syllable |
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The Wu is coming thru, the outcome is critical |
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To be blunt, the beef was cooked up like coke good |
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The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods |
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Up to no good, rap icon |
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Note the industry like the wall street junk bomb |
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You see the mic shown, I got your height sewn |
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Direct currents that move thru the mic-phone |
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Key contributor, well known major factor |
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Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor |
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Who run ya down if you don't move or wanna linger |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line |
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Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes |
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MC's should expect the worst |
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But stay alert and shoot first |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line |
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Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes |
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MC's should expect the worst |
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But stay alert and shoot first |
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The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture, |
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burnt offer from a flaming author |
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The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase |
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Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace |
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The significance was not the vocal applause of entrance |
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But the felling that exits, completion of my sentence |
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With aging experience, my reason ripens |
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I strike on your vikings, clash like a hyphen |
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If you enter the house of fortune, I vacate the pleasure |
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You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures |
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Everything fails with the unfortunate |
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Learned that recording it, so my mind brought in it |
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Track records ranks us with the exceptional |
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Extreme complex physics, high technical |
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The truth is usually seen and rarely heard |
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Was more dangerous than hatred, is the word |
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You wild cards jack up all trades |
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Those who parade their positions, show the spade |
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A large flock of MC's, they figure to be taught |
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It ain't hard to see why I'm vigorously saught |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line |
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Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes |
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MC's should expect the worst |
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But stay alert and shoot first |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line |
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Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes |
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MC's should expect the worst |
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But stay alert and shoot first |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine |
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Breaker, breaker, one nine |