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(Hit it!) |
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(Hit it!) |
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[Prevail] |
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Amplified, fortified, more to my liking, |
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Come alive, overdrive, certified writing, |
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Simplified, mortified, purified rhyming, |
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Horrified , glorified, war! Rob the Viking, |
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We're hungry and we're thirsty, and we're coming in, |
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I'm eatin and drinkin and these are my friends, |
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Hand over fist, damn don't resist, |
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My fang, gang or bang and man-handle this, |
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If we have to twist, bend, snap or break, |
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Neck back and spine to work out the weight, |
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We will, for real, we're still the type, |
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With death appeal to kill the mic, |
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You know what I feel like? |
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Taking no prisoners, |
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Comin out blastin, laughin like the riddler, |
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This one will get in ya |
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S&M signature |
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y'all 2 minutes, i cant wait to finish ya |
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[Moka Only - Chorus x2] |
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The weight of the world, |
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(For real, ya) |
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And you dont want to puch me to the edge |
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(We getcha) |
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Prepare for the worst, |
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(We see ya) |
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'cause you are now rockin with the best |
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(We hit ya) |
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[Prevail] |
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You dont want to know what kinda place we've been livin in, |
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You turn around and person's face change like chameleon, |
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We strike like a million, we're money in the bank, |
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Its golden and swollen and rollin like a tank, |
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Battleaxe warriors, take your positions, |
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Y'all too skrawny for the weight you've been liftin, |
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You should let us take over and crush, |
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And watch how the crowd just feed off the rush. |
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[Madchild] |
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Such an untouchable, |
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You followin rottweiler with the high alcohol tolerance, |
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Killas, gorrillas in the mist with this, |
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Mister mischevious, |
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Its rediculous, |
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You think, who was suicidal enough to look after ya, |
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After a masterful massacre has occurred, |
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Naturally, a disasterous catastrophie, |
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Now tell me: who the f**k wanna rap after me? |
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[Moka - Chorus x2] |
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[Madchild] |
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I'm relying on, Friends with firearms, |
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White lightnin, trans am iron on. |
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Kid i'm incredable hulk it, |
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cant touch this mic clutch with vulcan grip. |
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There's no ultimate, We're the ultimate, |
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Keep wounds open, Prev throw salt in it, |
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Spittin icicles and so forth, |
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Go for it, I blow torch your snow fort, |
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There's no avoidin us, We're poisonous, |
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Get into this psychological influence, |
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Infamous, plus ferocious, Do not approach us, |
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You cockroaches. |
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Armed heavily, This is longevity. |
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Cant keep up to myself, I'm way ahead of me, |
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Machild's a ball of confusion losin y'all, |
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I'm delusional, Plus unusual. |
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[Moka Only] |
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Heavy world, stress is real, |
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I'll tell you how pressure feels, |
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Spinal snaps, shoulder crack, |
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We keep pushing, wont fall back. |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Heavy world, stress is real, |
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I'll tell you how pressure feels, |
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Spinal snaps, shoulder crack, |
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We keep pushing, wont fall back. |
