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Your Unbelievable.. |
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Check the method when I constantly flow, |
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No joke like the pronto, loud so, |
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John Doe up in his condo in Toronto, |
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Can hear the way foot comes down, |
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Just to give you the run down, |
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Krutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown, |
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When the smoke clears, |
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Who you think'll be standin' there? |
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Grippin' four mics, |
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Swingin' the cords up in the air, |
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Like cowboys, |
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We be rockin' the territory in this rap game, |
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'n' CHRIST blessed us with the octane, |
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The same name, |
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Who created the world in seven days, |
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Will change ya life, you'd be amazed, |
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Man, don't trip, we gon' carry on with the function, |
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Krutch preparin' the power punch 'n' |
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The things, you say, |
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Your words will never push me away, |
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The things, you say,... |
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You're unbelivable,... you're so unbelievable |
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I just wanna make jams, |
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To pack the clubs 'n' stadiums, |
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With people of all types, |
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While makin' the crowd hype, |
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I got CHRIST in me, for the life of me, |
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Stand truly thankful for the sites I see, |
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'n' sparks be ignitin', |
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The minute we start writin', |
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GOD placed me in this fightin', |
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To speak 'n' to enlighten, |
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And I'm just that type-a, lyrical rhyme |
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Sniper, never a street fighter, |
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But down for gettin' hyper, |
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I'm a beat junkie brother, known by the emcee's, |
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For rippin' thru tracks like epidemic disease, |
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And shout to J.C. cuz' he reigns supreme, |
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'n' party people out there know what I mean. |
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Check this out, check this out, |
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Stepped on the scene, at the age of thirteen, |
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Crystal-clean, kick it like ya never seen, |
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Big expansion, that mmm bopped hanson, |
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'n' thru off Marylin Manson up in his mansion, |
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Out to rock the globe, |
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While its still here to rock, |
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With things that'll make ya drop ya jaw, |
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Run along 'n' lock ya door, |
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It's the Krutch coalition crowd, |
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On a mission now, |
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Original, givin' emcee's beat downs, |
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We bust, with the extreme thrust, |
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Of ten warriors, the notorious, |
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One triple zero, no joke, we let it flow, |
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Man for real though, |
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Steppin' on sneakers with steel toes. |