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Severe case in our delivery |
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Any man inside my radius is ripped to smitherines |
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Jump over guillotines |
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Tracks like safari |
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My persona mines |
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By the time we finish sparring |
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Moving target victim |
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Back 'em in the corner, let Sabrewulf sick 'em |
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With a Ultra Combo hit |
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97 megabit |
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Then I strangle with the cord joystick genesis |
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Territory sabotage, here comes the killer rhyme clique, now |
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To the last hour |
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Infrared lead scope |
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The view from my tower |
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To swoop in my preying source |
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Into clam chowder |
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Evaporate opponents |
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And turn 'em into powder, this is Styles Of Beyond |
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Traces from the swamp, footsteps in the gravel |
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Broken necks and backs remain from the battle |
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Splittin' water creaks over warrior's drum beats |
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Slice the swiss cheese, devour the raw meat |
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All hail to the king, place a toast (What) |
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Champagne glass with the blood from his throat (Hah) |
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Supreme victory, mission is now complete, yeah |
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X-Files summary, killer instinct (Killer instinct) |
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[Audio Ski-Two] |
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{*scratching*} |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his neck" |
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"I-I control your body" --> Parrish Smith |
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"Killer Instinct" --> Video Game Sample |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his neck" |
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"I control your body" |
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"Killer-Killer Instinct" |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his neck" |
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"I control your body" |
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"Killer Instinct" |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his-then I break his neck" |
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"I control your body" |
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[Verse 2: Divine Styler] |
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Who ran from the lesson and tried to penetrate the order |
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Lightning portal, a direct combat |
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Rapundel ran from the lesson and become a lesser son |
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Only one per universe, two revolver run |
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Who wants to settle like the scam and adds |
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Killer Instinct's black thoughts a virtual den |
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In the vision of my dome, but now I'm a shine chrome |
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My points measure my cubic |
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[{*Shit's*}] ain't zirconic |
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My math is brick, brainstorm and build |
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Mean scientific, profile insane |
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Killer Instinct's jewel, represents the red |
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Smokin' murder dialect, digital my distance |
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I works the virtual verse to motion |
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Sheet hit my shadow and shook my crown |
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My blave undercross sweater, jeans and blouse |
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I rips the frame, might of town I reflect |
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Subconnect |
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Supreme advance |
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Motivate in advanced |
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Techinque advance |
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Sent freaks to profess |
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I burn a rhyme circuit |
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With the face and manifest |
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And the rest shield thoughts |
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Real wall galatics |
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In a crime case |
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Of time and space, I made |
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Royal lit from my lesson |
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Keep it real laced |
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Hotter than a gates, some spots to guard first |
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Work more [{*niggas*}] than realness and burst |
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Meal more, couldn't blast |
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The physical graph like Jesus and ask |
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The discipline twelve |
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Interject, resurrects |
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Killer Instict's jewel |
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Hook: Divine Styler |
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The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill |
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With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until |
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The killer pawn, kill on my grill feel will fill |
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With the faster phrase called, build, destroy, until |
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[Audio Ski-Two] |
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{*scratching*} |
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"I control your body" |
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"Killer-Killer Instinct" |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his body" |
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"I control your body" |
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{*scratching*} |
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"Let us suckers slide once" |
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"Then I break his neck" |
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[Verse 3: Ryu] |
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I'm gonna hit 'em with Deadly Venom phenomenal fangs |
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The forked tongue, the shogun with the irrational slang |
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Tactical, techniques and killer instincts, erratic |
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Body shots, nobody blocks, the ill thoughts I think |
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Styles Of Beyond and all affiliated techs |
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Nintendo business like Sinatra and his mafia connection |
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No questions |
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I'm buggin' |
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Like Proof Ladi Texan |
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Go bananas in Muslim to keep you [{*niggas*}] guessin' |
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Big circle, little circle, question mark, dot |
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Bitin' off the bad apple like commercial crops |
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Fool, you can't see me |
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Go find someone to spy on |
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Cause I'm so fly, I take bats and malathion |
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Spray me all day, but I come back for more |
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Strapped like a Palestinian rebel ready for war |
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Never no more |
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Will I be [{*fucked*}] with |
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When it comes to |
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Killing with the words, I'm on some cocky-back-and-buck [{*shit*}] |
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Tak and Shinryu, you know that kid that go for dolo |
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Love lies, angles and rhymes like Marco Polo |
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Oh no, the kid with that ill lyrical gift |
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Natural instincts to kill |
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Play at your own risk |
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[Divine Styler] |
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Yo |
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What's with this right here? |
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Styles Of Beyond |
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Right? |
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What's all that? |
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This fly [{*nigga shit*}] |
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This fly [{*niggas*}], what y'all know about? |
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Tak |
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Ryu |
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Divine Style |
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Audio Ski Two, what's up |
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Yo |
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These [{*niggas*}] ain't knowin' |
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These [{*niggas*}] ain't knowin', son |
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Chill |
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We're out, alright? |
