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Huh! |
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Check it! |
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Uh! |
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Silence, something about silence makes me sick |
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'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist |
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If the vibe was suicide, then you would push da button |
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But if ya bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin' |
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Some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices |
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Like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises |
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Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal |
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And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
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Yeah, and mad mad boy grips the microphone |
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With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel |
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('Cause I know the power of the question) |
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With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel |
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(And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question) |
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It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins if ya will it, I will spill it |
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And ya out just as quick as ya came, not a silent one |
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But a defiant one, never a normal one |
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'Cause I'm the bastard son with the visions of the move |
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Vocals not to soothe but to ignite and put in flight |
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My sense of militance groovin', playin' that game called survival |
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The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival |
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The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin' |
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Give you a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin' |
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Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille |
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Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
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Yeah, and mad boy grips the microphone |
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With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel |
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('Cause I know the power of the question) |
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With a fistful of steel, with a fistful of steel |
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(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question) |
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Ah shit! |
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And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question |
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And if the vibe was suicide |
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Then you would push da button |
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But if ya bowin' down then let me do the cuttin' |
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Yeah, come on |
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A .44 full of bullets, face full of pale |
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Eyes full of empty, a stare full of nails |
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The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel |
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A mind full of fire and a fistful of steel |
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And if the vibe was suicide |
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Then you would push da button |
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But if ya bowin' down |
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Then let me do the cuttin' |
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Yeah, with a fistful of steel, uh! |
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Come on, uh! |
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With a fistful of steel, uh! |
