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[U-God]
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Yo, Inspectah Deck track
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break your back Yo
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A message of a wreckage
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50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus
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Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
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Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
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Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the holler
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Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther
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8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer
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Round table revolve around ten musketeer
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Think you, got all the riches
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Think you poli with bitches
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You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
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The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital
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Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno
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[Lethaface]
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My administration deceive the population
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Start the next generation by artificial insemination
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Contaminate stations, for music in the making
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Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry domination
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Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken
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I'm a nuclear warhead bomb evasion
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Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing
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We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
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Preparation your sweatin,
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I cassette deck and eject your selection for air time
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Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
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A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare time
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[U-God]
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Crime Time
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We rollin with the undisputed, routin toutin
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21 gun solutin, new recruiting
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Wu-Tang, slang bang your unit
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Put us in your cassette deck, yo, improvement
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Smash and blast the shit, I'm doper than math
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That makes you level through the devil
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And never surpass
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The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch pots
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And hot twats
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Fully operational gats mmhmm
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The uncanny, vilagialaty panty man
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Crock, took by the hook of the candy man
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Look, now you caught up in the suction
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Rap Tight and my appetite destruction
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[Lethaface]
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Today's day, The bomb gets dropped on America
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Human civilization in concert treble concentration camps
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Replacement amps blown, Speaker abduction
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The Mad weed seduction corruption
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From The brain cells decreasing
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Its sucker duck season. fuck treason
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Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
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Impregnate the math, then give birth to a newborn
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Figure of speech drew form, with 8 arms
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Napalms, collapses stages you perform on dominate
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Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate
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The nine fades the hearts of men
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Slip the cartridge in
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Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone over the phone
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[U-God]
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Danger zone
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Bozzy Capone alone, in a terradome Stalon
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With a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen
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Straight both ways scanning
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All you roaches lay down I spray the brain damage
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Bring the banners, the green gamma ray
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Gain up the same data, Scatter
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Then a dark part where D and you used to play all day
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The ray sound stung you, You kung fu check the cleaner
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From fire line I gun you for fun
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Dial 9-1-1
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Someone tore down the tunnel son
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1-2 Check your fronts
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Captain Crunch, munch on you for lunch
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You punchbag drunk, bald headed monk
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Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of junk
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Buffer and bump stop humping me
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Ruff a scum sucking muthafuckas,
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Ducking my shit just luckily
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[Chorus]
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Other emcees made a big mistake
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Fronting on the mic that's truly great
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What? how you want it fried or baked
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I place in right through the heart of a snake
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Sceam at mapps, take what we can take
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Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates
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Golden Arms going strong, I'm holding weight
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'Cause
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(Repeat)
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Glide
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U-God |