At all costs, (at all costs), at all costs, (at all costs)
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"It's vicious, why it's--it's...Inhuman!"
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(Verse 1)
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Professional, upping the decibel a decimal above
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Extraterrestrial audible vessels
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For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals
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Like pistols tearing through MC's skeletal gristles
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Beneficial's ripping in the kids brain tissues
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Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues
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Personal misuse, of my tracks have tested deadly
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Infested steady when my tracks are pressed and ready
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To flood your brain like cocaine ingested heavy
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Invest in every bit of protection when testing Benny
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I've battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty
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Without a skeleton to hold 'em up they had to temp me
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And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jetski
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Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like Nestle
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Arrest me, sentence me and lock me away
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So the streets can be safe for emcee's to play
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By the way, when i spit don't get hit by a stray
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Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae
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Every verb I spray is a mist called Herb-away
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Word play, that will keep emcee's on the curb all day
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In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick
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To define me kids make up words like "Ill-Sick"
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Whose a relic, wack emcee's heads are real thick
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So the target is big, my metaphors will stick
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(Chorus)
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Unnecessary emotion
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So logical [5x]
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Proceed with caution
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Unnecessary emotion
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So unemotional [5x]
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Proceed with caution
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It will be painful
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So logical [5x]
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Proceed with caution
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It will be painful
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So unemotional [5x]
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Proceed with caution
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(Verse 2)
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Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate
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are healed by the power of his subject and predicate
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The "Pro-ject" deliver it, whole of the rhetoric
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Emcee's will fall like the soul of Confederates
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To all who consider it apologies follow these
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Battle anthologies, emcee's say please
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And possibly I'll display generosity
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And watch thee velocity, when I'm spitting this atrocity
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But probably not, and the robberies hot
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When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot
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If you bite on top, from being wack and dropped
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Call it "I Bit Benefit and Made Pop"
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And you get a hit, but being illiterate
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Ignorant, and coming out illegitimate
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My wrath will wreak havoc on your family
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Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy
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Bone and vital legacy, prophecy place me
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President of emcee's genocide agency
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Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell
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Casting a demon spell, so emcee's are dreaming well
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And thinking they're real, knocked out on Nyquil
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In a dream land where they sick and real type ill
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But lovely dreams soon comes to a nightmare
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When they battle Benefit and they die right there
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(Chorus)
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It will be painful
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But I will try
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Proceed With Caution
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Benefit |