(Intro)
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Yeah
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What,come on
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Armada,Aims,Banish come on
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(Verse)
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Lost in the ocean,so you probably blow
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Take your story, don't open up in my show
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Show me dough like your teacher cooking class
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Book me faster or write a novel about you looking smashed
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I don't smell your sofora shit
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Only way to make a mark in music
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If you is the target ,bitch
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I'm more than being done with it
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My axe will slash you by the gut
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A box of roses with a gun in it
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Terminate those that shapeshift lace stiff
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Faceless, unprintable tips ,DNA traceless
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Run way to 2-1, or have the chest tame
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My brain thinks so far ahead, I get chest pains
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Check mate, and torch it with propane
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I got that quick whip, misused it on cocaine
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You so lame, now getting feed in the packing gut
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Or wack this like I left you dead in the back yard
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(Chorus)
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You got it, take it, lace it,make it
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You don't really wanna try and contest we
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We break it, you hate it, face it and fake it
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Could've win another way
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Now dead is how you'll be
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My worst enemy is always me
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I don't pick sides
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My proximity surrounds me,to lay this mind
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The bar is high, the signs have tapped the life of crime
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Might find yourself in hell
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Looking stale and frail
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Horsemen ride by looking pale
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They some sanchez with a battleaxe
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They pop the scale
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I played like with the shit,it's all my caddy
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With fanny status, the son of the fatty
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Choose a path
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I cross panic I promise to pay homage
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I see everything's that's savage ,the commit
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The might have profit
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I'll make a profit by dropping
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You have me spread at the target
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Change your tactic dramatic
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Rapid fire lyric all get
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Lift it and dip it like motherfucker Stallone
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Nighthawk you punk ass is all alone
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On the phone got extra sauce for the wife
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I got her bend on the store
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Like she's fixing the pipe
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(Chorus)
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You got it, take it, lace it,make it
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You don't really wanna try and contest we
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We break it, you hate it, face it and fake it
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Could've win another way
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Now dead is how you'll be
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(Verse)
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It's that war affect
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Hit you in the core and neck
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About time you show some more respect
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Turn you like you thought it would, pouring wet
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Another third world wreck
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When I turn up all shells connect
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This really helped, a bit of what you might expect
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Final solution,arms coat, or the french revolution
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From the dead here's the 21 gun salon
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All my trues gather around it's time to regroup
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I'mma give you the rock,it's up to you to finish the oath
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Counting on you like Teflon to kill the lou
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I'n honoured to be a model, 'til today I'mma gone
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60's a beat, keep the streets louder than Sona
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Building crops, take from seeds like a farmer
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When I get the urge for beat, I eat it like gooma
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Promote ,hope for change in the streets like Obama
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If you want me come and get me in the hills like Osama
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(Outro)
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Try and take your vision on me
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Shots ,you don't even know half of my crew
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Underneath you fate, no time to appreciate
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But did she, I want a nation from a distance
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The War Effect
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| Alterbeats |
