Because we got the streets suckas
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Can you dig it???
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I wanna get right to the point
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He's here
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"He's unique, he's unconquerable."
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(Repeated)
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MC Ren, MC Ren is a killa of the crafted men
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Twas the night before the ball struck
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And all the snakes was outta sight
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And of all those cat hangs
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And all the solutions
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Now it's like do or die
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So salute to the battle cry
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And all the real niggaz
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Step up to the frontline
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You don't want two scoops of fruit loops
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For the real troops
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'Cause it's about a quarter to midnight
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15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot
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Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop
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For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue
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Because all those who can't hang get hung
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And those who can't take charge get dault
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So come and walk, coming strong
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Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long
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And not a soldier, a soldier
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Nigga I thought somebody was older
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'Cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over
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Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame
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So I'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you G's trapped in shame
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Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain
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Livin' in an underground railroad
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Takin' aim and set to cause much pain
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So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain
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One million ways to die
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So devil don't even try
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I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa
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So welcome to the land of the drive by
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11:55
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MC Ren |