[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
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the lawnmower man smashes, through ya skull with battle axes
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we whip asses, with the ajanti daggers
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and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist
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stigmata and four gashes
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we bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right
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take they sternum and then turn em into my acolytes
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that's the sight of blood, that make a child stop
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that's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
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I hate you, say a prayer to a heavenly father
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it's fatal, like a NATO military armada
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we hotter, warriors from Atlantis
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couldn't overstand how raw the Hologram is
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the mantis, who used the flame rod
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you couldn't physically bruise the name God
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[Hook- Ikon x2]
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we smash mics, and blast too precise
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and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ
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[Jus Allah]
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we born builders, as life takes it's toll
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legends of the seven, embrace my soul
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transported off the planet, by a supreme force
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and told to return on the day of Pentecost
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I bisect the ways between Heaven and Earth
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and scramble messages from God into your church
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deception, blinds your perception
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my reflection outshines the other colors in the spectrum
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the brethren, I cease the peace corps
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we follow street laws, engaged in Beast Wars
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the visionary bombs, with military arms
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aimed at that motherfucker with pitchfork and horns
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I sent alchemy throughout the galaxy
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to cause fire and ice, like Flames in Calgary
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you're trapped in, the core of corruption
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left a fossil, in my path of destruction
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*voice sample*
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Thou long black arm,
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Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse.
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Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm,
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And beat it down before its sins grow worse.
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[Hook- Ikon x2]
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we smash mics, and blast too precise
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and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ
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[Ikon]
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I am the man who lives above the force of good and evil
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[Jus Allah]
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the man that handed down the powers to give to my people
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[Ikon]
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live under laws of bald eagle
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[Jus Allah]
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there's no tomorrow
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[Ikon]
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get trapped with the trenchcoat killers in Colorado
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[Jus Allah]
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blazin spark, feeling certain my days are marked
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live a life that conflicts with the ways I'm taught
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[Ikon]
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fuck it, we bring it hardcore, raw and ragged
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ya team must be hidin they balls, like a faggot
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[Jus Allah]
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I came with the light and gave sight to the sages
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black ink contained to write truth on white pages
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[Ikon]
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you're sliced faceless
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[Jus Allah]
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subjected to a massacre
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[Ikon]
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Jedi Mind, bombin your moves like John Africa
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[Jus Allah]
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we laugh at ya
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[Ikon]
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the devil is the bomber
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[Jus Allah]
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we unaffected as we protected by God's armor
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[Hook- Ikon x2]
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we smash mics, and blast too precise
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and laugh as we cast the first stones at Christ
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Untitled (Bonus Track)
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| Jedi Mind Tricks |
