samples: "Now here in the studio..
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where its all knuckles and know how..
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but when that red light goes off..
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just a friendly word of advice.."
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[Afu-Ra]
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You'll meet your fuckin maker, soon as my ink strike the paper
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Its the trilogy of terror, don't step outside your area
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Heavy verses cause curses, and worsens
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Some'll search this, while my crew, they must re-earth this
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Thing called terror in the book of mental pages
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Five stages of rage unable to be caged in
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Or cornered in or ran up in, fuck running
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Annihilate your database quick, before you come in
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Or maybe summon, gods of, lyrical warfare
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Shine like fireworks, so you forget your flares
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Kick shit straight up and down, like nigga chases
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If you basin, one verse, have you cased in
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Like that rock from that spots thats on your block
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They made up, that shit called T.N.T. that get me knocked
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Kick lyrical losenges, kick shit like harsh bitches
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And if you fuck around, you unsung like hostages
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You got the message? You think you got theology?
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About the science when you fuckin with this trilogy
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samples:
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"We interupt this scheduled transmission to bring you an
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announcemet of national importance... ladies and gentleman"
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[Hannibal]
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I'm the world terrorist, HazMat explosive specialist
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Hannibal Stacks the treacherous millenial expedition chief executive
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Perpetual design, give me mines, I hit ya consecutive
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Competitively, how dare you try to get the best of me
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Stress me, I test your chest out, like air yourself out (poof)
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Leave ya shiverin, left out in the cold, no clothes, no support, no soul
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Face me, I make the sky roll back like a scroll
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As I blaze thee, my special teams'll have your punk patrol on stroll
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Its on you, make it all fold or hold your own
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You see I'm known for throwin rocks, fuck around and get stoned
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Plus fam done snuffed my gun wrong in this
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Its only right I click on y'all, bring it back home and shit
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Recusant, like what the fuck you expectin
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This the trilogy, you feel how ill it be
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Respected, if not, we get on that, stereo type hiphop
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And spit shots off the corner, get props, plot
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Get your knot rocked, and your whole spot blotted out
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See we about what we about and thats that, three the hard way
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Guru, Afu-Ra, and Stacks, chain-reacts
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Go 'head and try to front, get your back collapsed, motherucker
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samples: "Attention...AAHHH...
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Be on look out...Let's get down to business"
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*church bell tolls 3:00*
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[Guru]
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The richeous man of God Universal, Ruler of the Universe
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Every mic I bless with or without a curse
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So fuck the dumb shit, you could get stuck dumb quick
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Or get smashed in a dump with a symbol or a drumbstick
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Afu-Ra he summoned me, to capture your entity
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Its three of us, terror trilogy
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Yeah the driller be, tearin your bitch-ass heart out
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I was way iller killer, before you started out
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The words I _Manifest_ will let you know it's _Hard To Earn_
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So _Take It Personal_, like KRS nigga You Shall Learn
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_Who's Gonna Take The Weight? _ You shut the gate
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Don't ever try to underestimate Guru the great
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Though you was the boss and got tossed up in a lake
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No wake, cause everybody knew you was a fake
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You shield your fate, cement blocks for socks and ankle weights
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I'm older plus I'm wiser, surprise cause I'm nicer
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Push me to my limit, punk nigga, your gonna get it
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One by the gun, two stomped out by my shoe
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three you get strung up by the limb of a tree
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I never rhyme for free, so A & R's they got to pay me
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When you speak of real rappers, you chumps best to say
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it's the trilogy, uh
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Trilogy of Terror
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Afu-Ra |