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As we emerge from the woodwork |
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Step in to the front |
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Take control |
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Its like clockwork |
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Well I knock first |
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To pre-warn of my presence |
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About to enter |
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And overflow the trauma center |
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So recommend ya to think twice |
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FitnRedi dishin out rhymes by the slice |
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But of course |
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There's a price |
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For everything now |
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And with the beats from |
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Kemo They're made to entice |
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The fealin of temptation |
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And the thoughts of should |
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I or shouldn't |
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I Gotcha complicated |
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Yea, the rhyme's stated |
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Opposition cant debate it |
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The jealous hate it |
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While the ignorance is there |
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Rated R for |
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Renegade Red-1 rock steady |
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Connect wit the fit |
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Never miss cause we ready |
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To grab the mic |
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And show you who got the clout |
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Dwell, drown last minute in this world title bout |
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So sound the bell |
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An lets do this |
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Taken Whoever got bones to pick |
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Like an archiologist |
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Speak now |
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While we be on the topic |
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And if not |
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Shut ya mouth while we drop it [Chorus:] |
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When I plan my attack |
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I doubt that ya ready |
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Red-1 and |
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Misfit come into this we rock steady |
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When I plan my attack |
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I doubt that ya ready |
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So think it over before you make moves of a soldier |
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I snatch the mic |
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With the blindedness |
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Speed of the mantis |
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Pray my things dont cross ya path |
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For bigets |
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Were in my favor |
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The closer we stand |
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To dividedly running |
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Is my specialty |
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So test me |
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Show inflexability |
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Rappin and kickin simple similies |
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At all you lazy |
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And to the non beleiver |
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Yes Its the one and only |
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None of the rest |
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Run parralel to me |
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Like an analogy |
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I got to be |
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Coming in first |
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Its my hobbie |
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So the last one of the block |
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Simply cause i'm cocky |
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Floating A butterfly stinging like a [?] |
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I told you long time |
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You must go down |
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Before my science |
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Leavin you deaf |
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Comin blind |
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Yea Set of this ritual while burnin insence |
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Drop to my knees |
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Ask for guidance while on the offense |
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The dead presidents |
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The obligations to my soul |
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Leavin to stratigics |
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Its all mind control |
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Self discipline |
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With ambition be my conditionin |
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Never missin |
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Demolition |
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For all opposition |
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And thats straight up |
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Because this aint no joke |
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You gots to be fitnredi |
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We aint gentle folks |
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We be renegades |
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Procede to engage and rock |
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Never failed a class class |
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Sound like we's down wit |
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Pac Shit still on lock |
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And figure four got the stock |
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Plus we the foundation for these dreaded juggernauts |
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Who got world domination on the mind |
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Done to our design |
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East 33rd's the first place that i'll be in my shrine |
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Steady train |
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Keep fit and maintain |
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Master Red-1 renegade |
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True to this game [Chorus] |
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Its just one a them thangs |
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You know Don't take it personal |
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And if you do |
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When ya coming |
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Bring ya arsenal |
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Because Who don't take heed |
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Indeed will feel |
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You need conditionin |
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Go get the lyrics of steel |
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And take a listenin |
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You see you nothin but a tourist |
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In the land of the fittest |
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You just a low life forest |
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Hip Hop stranger |
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Now ain't nothin that can save ya |
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Cause ya buck up in a |
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Red Now ya in a danger |
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Yea Same goes for |
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Misfit Rockin ya will like a manger |
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So baby listen |
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And then I am the player |
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Who is most valuable |
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Reckin with the flows thats infalable |
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It be The lyrical contortionist |
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Misfit along side |
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Red-1 Get it heated real quick |
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So don't forget |
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Cause jack be nimble |
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With the rhyme |
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Bringin you to the floor that one lst time [Chorus] |
