[Intro:]
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Yea, Mic Club and Waste Management
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"Javelin Fangz"
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WolfGang, sharp fangz
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Yea
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[Canibus:]
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The vocalist with osmosis spit
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Canibus on some robust robot shit
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You're not fit, drop, give me fifty bars of spit
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950 more bars just to talk to the kid
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They just rappers I'm a cloud of galactic matter comin' at ya
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Like radar or race car spelt backwards
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The mirror image of the emperor's lyrics
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Concubines are forbidden to compare it until I finish
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The magnetic patient will record the same thing
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While erasin' the lost dynasty of Beijing
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Spittin' rhymes 'cause significant mission lapse time
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You'll be fine, don't rewind; move onto the next line
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Three bogies ten O'clock high, I die if I do not try
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Ostriches are not supposed to fly
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Fighter pilots with not eyelids
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Did you see what I just did?
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Hydraulic pressure gettin' as high as a bitch
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Textbook vertical spin, landed on the wing, I'm in
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The evil bald Eagle strike you again
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Yuri Gagarin, I met him when we he came to Heaven
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My first guest from terra firma Passage Magellan
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I didn't hesitate to tell him, 2012 you police yourselves
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As Earth travels through the gravity belt
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And I can offer you no help
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The Period of Purification can be described to somethin' you call Hell
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Yeah, S-P-E-L-L, R-A-P-E-L down to W-E-L-L
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WolfGang
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[K-Solo:]
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Start at your head, I end it quick and end your ass
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Send your career on a collision course; then you'll crash
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I'ma laugh mothafucker, its gon' only get worse
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You'll hit a tree and you go flyin' through your window headfirst
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Foes come in the white mink, leave in the red fur
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Get your fuckin' ass kicked, leave with your head hurt
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Beef with me equals dead thugs
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Even when I'm fuckin' sleep, stomp out you bedbugs
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The Hitman buck quick
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One thing I can't stand in this rap game is a bitch ass who suck dick
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Rap too good for the hood, who's the don
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And they said I'd never make it with a help from you know who
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But I proved them wrong
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Even without money in my pocket I still move along
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And I'm happy Canibus got me to do this song
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I was never assed out; my label's the only label
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And the mothafuckin' world is able to take the trash out
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Call me sweet, Big Kevin I fuck a bitch 'til she pass out
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I got hands too when I cum, a lot of niggaz don't wanna back out
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Dirty niggaz, they gon' pull a mac out
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'Cause I rap grapple and box, make competition tap out
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I put it down; I cut them down, cut them down
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You know I'm known to shut them down
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Dudes is jokin', I laugh, take cash 'cause they clowns
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If they got beef with that I get Canibus to spray the rounds
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Take them down; I'm the Godfather, Long Island music here to take the crown
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Breeze through, enemies quiet, they don't make a sound
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Get a bucket of red blood, paint the town
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I'm a beast, when I walk I shake the ground
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Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now? Who hatin' now?
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There Has He Been
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| Canibus |
