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[Intro: Hell Razah]
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Yo, son, I've got something to tell you. You know what I'm saying?
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Because when you're going to be a great speaker. You know what I'm saying?
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A wise man told me to be a hero of your own tongue. You know what I'm
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saying?
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[Dreddy Kruger]
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True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed
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Aside, wack MC's do me nada
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King Soloman the great came to evaporate the hate
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Yeah you, you know you're power-u
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You recoginze the voice but it damn sure ain't Kru'
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[Timbo King - Royal Fam]
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Intensify the pressure, my swordsmanship rules the globe
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With ancient war strategies, signals from royal coves
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The golden, chosen, tribe from Medina
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United Kingdom, righteous leaders
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The queens greet us with peace
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My east ages style conquers Greece
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[Hell Razah - Sunz of Man]
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We drop the jewels that make the world know... Kings
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We drop the jewels that make these MC's... vibe
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It's the King Constantine from the Maccabees, what?
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United Kingdom, now build or destruct
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I cuff my handcuffs, there'll be money to discuss
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This poor Sun of Man used to rule like King Tut'
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We could battle til you're bankrupt, fill your tank up
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Come and see me from my practice, the young baptist
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With a gun under the mattress, to burn my matches
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When the war comes dont look for faxes, ashes to ashes
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We're jumping out of car crashes, feed the masses
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[Snuggle-Up - C.O.I.N.S.]
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Yo, the read up will keep my stee up
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I be the Snugg-Up, yo, shut up
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Your quarter, illusions, contusions
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Confusions, so I ask what are you doing?
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Calm down that booing, cuz what you thought wasn't amusing
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Coins, different personalities, make you burn calories
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Once I finish you, the signature like an art gallery
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Got batteries in his back, but it wasn't a new pack
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It's like a car with no gas trying to go real fast
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I'm letting you know from the ghetto, MC's you'll be petro
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You'd better take the metro, before I'll give permission to let your
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Ass just chill and stand around me
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And If I didn't, I'm admitting, I'm a Coin MC
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And to the tower we'll be doing this naturally
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Because you devils keep trying to white castle me
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[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]
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Yo, I watch an adversary come before me
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With imaginary mind stories, call me the god of glory
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Son, you bore me with them sob stories
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Stationary in my sector, sipping nectar
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Mental perfector, light injector, the star catcher
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Stay stimulated, updated, rated in my climbinghood
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You read the stative, frustrated, haters up to no good
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You wish you would, could, never understood
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The facts of life, get your shit right
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Be the first to lose your windpipe
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Trying to fight the Brooklyn Knights
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You get blown like the kite
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When I strike that ass with light it's similar to dynamite
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I'm in or out of sight, MC's taste of Fright Night
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I'm like that Ike and the Tina Turner, carry your burner
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[Chorus x4: Hell Razah]
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United Kings making power moves by all means
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The truth is the proof to see clear through all schemes
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[Outro: Hell Razah, (Prodigal Sunn), {Snuggle-Up}]
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What's up? You know what I'm saying?
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The fake-ass niggaz. Mooncycle.
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You know what I'm saying?
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1998. Brooklyn Zu. Word up. (the Fake Apostles.)
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When we drop it's like a bull drops. {Rose Family.}
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All y'all niggaz is waiting for.
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(Begga Clan) You know what I'm saying?
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Father Lord. Peace to the rest. Word up.
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(U.K.) You know what I'm saying?
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(12 Jewelz. U.K.) You know what I'm saying?
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San Diego. It's how we're doing it.
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All you wait for in Bethlehem. Brooklyn it is.
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You know what I'm saying? And we're out. Word.
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{United Kings. United Kings. United Kings.} (United Kingdom.)
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United Kings
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