[Johnny Blaze]
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So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
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Fuck the world, word up
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Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion
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[Chorus:]
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Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
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Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
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Because is you down or are you down just because
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Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
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[Verse One: True Master]
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Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
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your format, is not yet suitable for combat
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Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
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Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
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Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
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Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
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Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
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Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man
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summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
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True Master in this hardcore Art of War
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I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
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found the best strategy the most impressive defense
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So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
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and exhaust your whole supply
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Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
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they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter
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[Verse Two: Method Man]
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Shots in the park, it be on after dark
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Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook
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When push come to shove, we push through the club
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Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
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nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze
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Recognize your friends from your foes
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or here lie, another one victimized
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Left for The Fly, now what size is this?
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Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged
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to get a fatter piece of that pie
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Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria
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I will survive, at war with the warrior
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Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
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Turn the heat up, and bend me
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Prepare for the next milleni'
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I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep
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In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
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Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
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Same shit different slum, where we about to go
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ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
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when we done, and all minds are one, yo
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn]
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I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
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New York state side to the West side
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Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
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to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb
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I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake to hittin truth
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I translate til the land quake
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I plan my escape on the good fan base
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Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape
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No copy or biting off of what your man make
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It's 1998, get your own mindstate
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In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes
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Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
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Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord
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Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore
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Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
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Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors
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I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work
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while you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt
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Uhh, what
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I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
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[Verse Four: Hell Razah]
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This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
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? of Islam, keeps me calm
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from doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
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Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
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Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm
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Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
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Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead
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?, hangin fast on they deathbed
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Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals
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Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole
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You wanna battle, I seperate your Adam's Apple
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Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo
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Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks
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Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack
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[Chorus]
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[Johnny Blaze]
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Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
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Same shit different slum, where we about to go
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ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
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when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun
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