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We all come united as one, revel in |
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the brethern, the medicine men |
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lock a big piece down straight severin |
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Never settlin for less like a veteran |
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Then react to our built format |
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'Til death play its part and we transform back |
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To the essence until then our presence is all that |
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We seizin 40 acres right the fuck off the map |
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(Now who's the first incision it's an interlocked position) Indeed! |
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Flexin a lie, spittin and switchin on positions |
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Coverin the strong safety, bubblin in Macy's |
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Lacin tracks by Niq, the antidote is complete |
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The bass like the chisel, crash the walls of the Jeep |
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Delight in personnel as they romp in the street |
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Intent is to bend, non-understandin in those that peep |
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Automatic is static across the beat |
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With vintage fortified material antiques for lyrical |
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Shit I can feel the vibe inside my soul like a spiritual sermon |
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Never difficult to determine, examine |
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My verbal prognosis easily equals that of a blast from a cannon |
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(BLAOW!) So fuck chronic |
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It's the deadly demonic, I'm playin hydroponic |
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That make a nigga and his man react, like they supersonic |
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It's the lyrical program murder assault area |
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Shake crack, shatters down barriers |
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Ghetto life in the form of a SCUD missile (hittin ya area) |
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Heat-seakin where are ya, infrared rays are starin ya |
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Down to wear out your movements in spirit and sound |
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True and living |
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We still remain rough rugged still strugglin jugglin bombs |
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Shovin in Tommy riddle times are troublin we still bubblin |
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The black magic without, magic wands, the bonds we on |
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Droppin mega jewels on third eyes like smart bombs |
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Now most kids can't figure the fudge, they can't deal with |
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my vertical liftoff, or poison progress |
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Attack future fighters laser light point dot is |
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hostile radar (and move on any invader) |
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They're merkin, awkward shadows are clerkin |
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Lurkin from resistin in arrest, put in my 10, I'm workin |
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For the ultimate hurtin, my steel curtain |
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will block your entourage, sincerely, for certain |
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So how you prove who you are? (Who you are?) |
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We got inidividuals, mentals mixed with visuals, subliminals |
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attributed to, love and understanding for my group |
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Bassline tragedies over mackadocious loops |
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Lackin the notions, motions granted we hopin |
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(And just copin to exist with lyrics that's like mist) |
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Estabalition, cinco, seperate accounts, Swiss |
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Five individual rollos, ex.quisite isn't it |
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type riveting visiting us at the OK Corral |
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Pivoting on the axis of earth, we givin birth |
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to all new types of angles (all new types of angles) |
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Stranglin the President and burnin the star spangled |