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Intro: Child and |
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Killah Priest [Child] |
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One two, one two [Killah Priest] |
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No doubt [Child] |
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The microphones on... [Killah Priest] |
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Cross my heart, hope to die [Child] |
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I've been waiting along time for this [Killah Priest] |
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Here we go |
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Killah Priest, '97, '98.... [Killah Priest] |
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It's the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into a ilohean, |
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I blow steam from the families of the mackabees smack emcees watch them scream your majesty, make them suffer the capacity of tragedy, hold the crowd down like gravity back the fuck off, stop grabbing me, hands off me, niggas start to bore me |
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I'm getting sleepy, |
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I need some coffee, me and my wu-bandits we carry niggas deep in the canvas, body bandage, like some mummies you fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me |
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It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album hesitated |
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Scream the name out |
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KILLAH PRI |
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EST, I leave the blood spilling in the street |
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I'm from the dark hills of |
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Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills across the killing fields, never forget it, tell them rap critics |
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I speak in arithmics, so they can never get it, |
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I'm too scientific lyrics explicit, |
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I roll with thirsty niggas, theifs and killers tigers, gorillas, faces like godzilla we stomp rappers and smile like a |
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Calm-Della, we got iller cross my heart both hope to die, we multiply, by the hundred |
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Fuckin by the thousand, see me outside your show browsin |
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Beatin up your soundman playa haters and players, we give um' cold stares any last prayers... [Inspectah Deck] |
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Yo, Yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and cause casualities my facalty, hold it down like gravity, rapidly sweatin' like weapons to adolescence, ghetto residence quick to pass since your present, state of the slum kill 4 play the drums face 1, their course was now, the snake tounge, |
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I'm deep into this |
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I sometimes gasp for air, deadly warfare hot block cop and gold stares, shots clear |
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Like fireworks on |
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July the 4th, weapons get torn, fugitive slidin off my force is combined, new world, 2009 |
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Digital, criminals, we make mills in cyber-crime |
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It's all planned ahead, 2 times |
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I see the chimes through a great mind |
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The heaviest chain could not bind (Chorus, Killah Priest) |
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We stare you eye to eye |
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We tell the truth no lie |
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We cross our heart and hope to die.. hope to die.. [Genius/GZA] |
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High ranked officials and armed tanks with missles, blood drizzle |
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Simple fact, you slept on the issue, that before you started jerkin |
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Joysticks and segas, |
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I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in |
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Cerwin-Vega to fine tune it, ship enough units |
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Emcees ask, who be those rhyme killers in mask |
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No doubt, difficult task, the last in the square, beware |
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Infinite amount of darts is in the air, |
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I'm victorious |
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With no opponents, |
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I blast through components, with microphonics |
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Watch the whole world live the moment, anything in time |
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Became approaching this, are incompable of speech, remains motionless (Chorus 2X) |
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Hope to die.. |
