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[Verse 1 - Madchild:] |
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I used to be about that life |
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Now I can really give a flyin' ************* about that life |
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Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes |
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Cause I'm superior, I'm lyrically baffling |
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Built for this *************t with interior scaffolding |
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I'm imperial, beware of my mysterious tackling |
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I hit the mic and rap like I am in a beastly state |
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We got an army, something they appreciate |
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These rappers make me fall asleep |
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I'm short as ************* but rapper as if no rapper's tall as me |
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Yeah, that's my ******' policy |
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Goin' down in history for the ones that do it flawlessly |
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[Hook:] |
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We the real deal, we that true school |
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Ain't a bunch of ********s trying to be too cool |
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Cause we the real deal, we that true school |
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We don't follow new rules, everybody you lose |
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Cause we have been there and done that and still here |
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Rappers that you still fear, rappers that you still hear |
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Cause we that true school, we the real deal |
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Decade and a half mother********s, we can still kill |
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[Verse 2 - Prevail:] |
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Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle |
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Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips |
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Givin' it's original form and I swarm firstly |
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So many words spit in this game and I'm gettin' thirsty |
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And hunger is a game and dungeon's never tamed |
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My dragons are too fully grown, we sully you with flames |
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Whether slowly cap or snap back with full attack we'll reign |
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I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a |
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Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down |
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It's an all power outage, straight blackouts allowed |
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Fall face first into deeper depths of the crowd |
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Call crowd control loud or roll over them like clouds |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3 - Madchild:] |
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We don't get old, dawg we get better |
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It's Rocky 7, you don't want to start a vendetta |
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I'll do a ******' drive-by on the Lambretta |
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I'm a red Lamborghini, you're a tan Jetta |
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Hit so many times now I land better |
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Prev still by my side saying "Come on man, get up." |
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I'm on a ******' band stand in a grand getup |
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People still don't understand, gettin' damn fed up |
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Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries |
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****** so many rappers up they call me Mr. Missionary |
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[Verse 4 - Prevail:] |
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It's like Area 51, full of intelligent life |
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With blacklights spinnin', glowin' red and green and then white |
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What a night to have to right the wrongs of pressurized domes |
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Leave competitors without the molecules to phone home |
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This is the misguided cannonball, viking express |
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With the tangible command of all the thoughts I compress |
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Let me confess my darkest secret which is why I've arrived |
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And see if anyone has seen P-one, I'm born to survive |
