[Intro Sample - "Heavyweights" by Freestyle Fellowship]
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Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire
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[Verse I]
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The sound of silence vers' the sound of War
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Echo death shock-renegade
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Crooked cynic tyrant
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Your ignorant bias is my Goliath
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Starving alliance seeps under the skin
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The seven deadly sins
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That's the seven elements of the malevolent
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The relevance of
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Graphic endeavors
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Drastic measures took for defense
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My secrets unfold codes of conduct, raid
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Blade runner, intimae
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Fading figment in the minds of the malignant
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Your opinion: not significant, bludgeon
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Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted
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Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks
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Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished
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Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush
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Scope, infra-red touched
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Temple's the torment
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Pressure point contact
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Crush the dormant with missing links
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Syncopate movement, Our trobbled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint
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Behold of the hideous
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Some assaulted by the anthems of the lesser
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Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure
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Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages
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Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten
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A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded
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Ese's hunger for upper handed plan strategy: strike force
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Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams
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A portrait of pillage
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Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception
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Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon
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The unbearable weight
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Contaminate little thieves
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Heaves, breath, the last gasp
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And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed
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Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle
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Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think
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The center of my web is pen and ink
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It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
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Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists
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The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs
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Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists
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[Hook]
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Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [repeated x14]
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[Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" Mother 210 Sample]
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[Verse II]
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All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters
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Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms
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Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore
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It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for
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My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding
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Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt
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All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidy into humid winds
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[?] spectrum's drippin' [?] I prayed for days lacking discoloring
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Bigots may seem to scare me I dissect void [?] with metal flanks
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(far as I got. what a brain strain!)
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Plastic Soldiers
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| Aesop Rock |
