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[Featuring Killa Bamz Tekitha]
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[Killa Bamz]
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Uhh yeah what uhh yeah
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Darts of armored warfare Deep the rhyme Caprice
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Deep in levels alibi havin rebel could play
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this competition for pounds in the state of permission
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Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz
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You want defense man to man location Shaolin New York
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It ain't nuthin to talk or walk
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Get dark son economic times to fault
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Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
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What the fuck you thought, we was given support?
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Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest
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Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm
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One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
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Holdin dart guns in palms
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One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz
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I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam
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Uhh, yeah, what
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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[Tekitha]
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Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising
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Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade
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Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary
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Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
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Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave
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Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch
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Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
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My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
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Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya
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is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
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You disbelieve, in the T
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Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA
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Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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[Cappadonna]
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Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen
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Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
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Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close
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but can't come straight; I branch out
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Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
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Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons
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that'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
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My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane
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Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets
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W-T-C, leaky leak
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Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet
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Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ
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Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape
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Deep thoughter, out of order, off
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Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx
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Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin
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Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
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Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart
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Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again
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It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution
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Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration
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Pillage Incorporated, first place
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A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
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Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
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Cheat on producers, men go working
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Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n
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Internal lyrics, expose the profane
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Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
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Pump Your Fist
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