(Intro)
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Yeah the lost children of Babylon
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And alter productions
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The french connections
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(Verse)
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Yo I was a burried king
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My sarcophagus was convered in sand
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The rising Pharaoh emerges from the mud
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With the scalpel, he enteres the chapel
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Places a dead hawk on the altar
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Dead and rot, the crystal ball
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What he saw was the greatest prophecy of them all
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The collapse of the Eiffel Tower,
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I crack the DaVinci Code
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The revenge of the Merovingian
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The streets of Paris is infected
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With thinner webs, of the Vatican
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Romans snatching all
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The visionaries fallow you into
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The crypt the pyramid
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Will you behold the triumph
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Flip the king,medusa,one look at her
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Will turn you into stone
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I unlock up the philosopher stone
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And unfold the lost counters that was foretold
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(Verse)
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Fuck and non the fathers
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My time to thrive
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And I don't hesitate when I find my drop
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Somewhere between the good old days
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And the bad young mites I stop
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Eating poisoned apples, despite my appetite
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Yeah I got cravings, but no savings to blow
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So I'm shaping shawn tip placing arrows to bow
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You forest is sure boy, the fathers of your bird
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Context of evils really starting to blur good
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Strain of error, under the rain of terror
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Under this black cloud sky
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We blood stained together
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Be lying in clay, while I'm flying away
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I'm not trying to stay, you'll all die in a day
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Chances are a million to one you feeling the sun
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Burning your skin,the planets turning again
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Planets learning to win, can you discern between sin
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If not, we chop your heads like french revolution
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(Chorus)
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Rap,rap it right
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Be untouchable
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(Verse)
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Chop your neck like Marie Antoinette
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In a pale moon like the devil dance with axe
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Ball room walks in Satan
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It's the foundation
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Lost children of Babylon,across the nation
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Alterbeats, transform like Alter beast
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And savage two headed dragon
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Let us on to the streets
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Pirates, pyroblast, pyrotechnic
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Don't worry pirate carrying iron in the session
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Private rain fire with the wessen
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Hamburg healing them,54 glory end of story
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When we killing them
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Bass don't blast and my bend 'em
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Others will die and bad at raps
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We just fuck candy tubbin' like
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Sugar shock, Sugar Shane,Sugar Ray Leonard
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Sweet Dick Willie with a fifth of tangled ray on
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Radio Raheem with his four fingers ring
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Say I'm loving hate y'all bitch all
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MC's to say
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(Verse)
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Two eyes gaze in the sky adjusting stars
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They could never take what we built 'cause this is ours
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My choir was never ever afraid of pistol lords
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I'm back against the wall we blast a cripple yo
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Revolutionize the mind ,blind no hesitation
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Brutalize the llama the rhyme is adjacent
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Rug a nine to your spine no ventilation
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Ruin lives shooting their God, devastation
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LCOB in the mist in vick choir
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Move lateral in attack, we spit hard
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Silent we move to terrain and foreign habitat
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Take out your whole regime and never have it back
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Why you rap like that, don't know whats history
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Too caught up in commercial rap I spit in heat
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I paint it vividly, clear is like a crystal
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When they try to mimic me, they may have a pistol
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(Chorus)
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Rap,rap it right
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Be untouchable
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(Verse)
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No pyramid schemes, undeground for centuries
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Kingdoms lost children for the cause of Terra so
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National fevers higher detonations here
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History and the heresy , fair brass and slavery
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Genocide, to gain a science,
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It would be for rulers up
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Countries to have the company to list
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Tirany to be the loss so they say what I say
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'Cause we the same thing when I state the public
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Do into slavery so missing all our sides
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No where to hide, you been on our fights
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I arrived genocide,homocide, thoughts of the alive
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Stoppin' just to salute the side
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Meditate, the words are state magicians
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Form a system sister's where the sorceror is
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Make you think you deal but you just
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Hit the first shot , easier than lead sheep to slaughter
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Bona fide only hope to save the man from the Mayan
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(Verse)
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I rise the tomb, hell aray I wound
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Meditate to the womb, rise from the cocoon
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Flight I take , deep into the dark
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Walk with the sharks,talk with the lions
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Prenoms Lyon ,tumble in that fool step
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I engage death,too main too rigid
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And 50.000 steps need stones,buckle, tarot cards shuffle
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Blade in them grottel, nod on my knuckles,mistress chuckles
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Blood eyes suckle, eyes get blue
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(Chorus)
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Rap,rap it right
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Game won
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Fame is on my rap
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Game won
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Be untouchable
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Merovingian Revenge
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| Alterbeats |
