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[Intro:] |
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Nothing can hurt us now |
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What we have can't be destroyed |
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That's our victory, our victory over the dark |
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[Verse 1 - Madchild:] |
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Been bombin' before, Andromeda's core |
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Islamic's at war, blood red on the floor |
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I'm in my own lane, ten game hitter |
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Friends get bitter, someone that they won't get rid of |
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We had the ******st litter, bunch of Bowe, Rid************s |
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Rappers with pro fitteds, we had no critics |
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I ******' flow with it, my soul is so acidic |
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A style that you won't mimic cause this is no gimmick |
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I'm ******' Madchild, bastard, I'm my own man |
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Now I'm a grown man followin' a program |
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I'm tryin' to get myself security like Homeland |
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Health, wealth, family, and definitely romance |
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Colder than a snowman |
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We are 'bout to blow, man |
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Steady like a slow jam |
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Heavy like a cro-mag |
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Verifying that I'm terrifying with every entry |
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Rapper of the month? We are rappers of the century |
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Your ************t is elementary |
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Time we hit the gates we'll be rappers of the century |
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[Hook - Prevail:] |
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Petty loads of chemicals brother |
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I'm a black shark in dark water |
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Cra************n' through your boat and your rudder |
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They won't discover you mother******, you're lost as sea |
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Twenty tentacles wrap around you like the roots of a tree |
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[Verse 2 - Prevail:] |
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From the incubator straight to incinerator |
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Open up the steel gates, a modern day liberator |
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Grey matter data ate a rapper for lunchtime |
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I want my revenge like I came from a mummy's mind |
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I ain't scare of no ambulance, magic spells and sun************ne |
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Energy points, portals, ports, and landlines |
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Great minds alike think, strike down the weaklings |
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Light tower, watchtower, watch how the beacon blink |
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Deeper drink down potion, poison earth, ocean water |
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Barbara is so filled with 'plistic, mask of Phantom of the Opera |
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Watch out for chandeliers cra************n' through the floor, Joyce |
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Poor choice of words, never hear my voice say those |
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Yeah, you underneath the heavy waves, color of colbalt |
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Salt stick float box, tempature so cold |
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Big drops of freezin' rain, born to reign upon this plane |
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You call it reality, I call it a pawn in game |
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Kill the king, capture flag, drag the bag to vulture valley |
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If that's just to far to drive, leave it in the back of alleys |
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Steal the ring, capture flag, drag the bones to harbor's bend |
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If that ************t to far to swim then leave em in the garbage bin |
