[Flava]
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[Chorus]
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Nobody wants blood to be
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spilt, its all about the music
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love writes hits, the mics they
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get used when people write
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lyrics for opinions of the critics
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that makes the world spin so.
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[Rocky B]
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Lightning dont strike in the
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same place twice, fight to
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death call it suicide. Im a
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warrior, a death match
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courier, sorry now you're
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gonna be sorrier, wanna hate
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what ya dont understand,
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acting bait coz im fightin'
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your clan, iron fist when i
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tighten my hand, so enlighten
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your manz, brighten the
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stands, coz you're hiding and
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prang, your breaders aint
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killing me, rocksimus whos
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killing me, blazin' up caught
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chilling G, coming back like a
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trilogy, you and your boyz
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wanna deal with me, you aint
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feelin' me, you got beef with
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me, you got cheek to be
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starting beef, coz ya cant ride
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beats with me, you and your
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boys try hatin' me, but the
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pains gettin shared out
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equally, thats how its done.
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[Repeat Chorus x2]
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[Strider]
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Steppin' to me its a fact you'll
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get bored, I'm possessed like
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a demon as i draw for my
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sword, engraved writing
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on it sayin' that snipers the
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lord, the best warrior in the
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land countries in the world,
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Ive got powers like a god I
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control the sky, things i'll do
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to you would even make
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the friggin devil cry, I swing
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swords like soul calibre, a
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legend like Excalibur, blood
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thirsty for the next challenger.
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[Spike-e]
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Who dares wins when you're
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playin my game, chillin' on
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roof tops kids who are playin',
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gonna draw for swords,
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and the lyric that i gain,
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gonna buss the door, in the
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pouring rain.
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[Flava]
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Guess whos next draw
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swords when Im on it, I blow
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heads abroad, I blow lost
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profit, you've never heard
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before, brain cells lock it,
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pocket knives endure, but
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you wish you never coz I'm
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clever with these lyrics forever
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I'm gonna run this (Nobody
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wants blood to be spilt coz)
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Flava this Flava that but who
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done this, you know me I'm
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the same old same old G.
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[Repeat Chorus x2]
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[Freek]
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Freeze, as i enter your endz
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anytime anywhere and you
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started to stare, fightin' ya
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now we'll be fightin' ya there
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coz its all about the music
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give it ten out of ten, I'll thrive
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on your blood, hungry for
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your skin, chop up your
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bones, and put you in my tin,
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I'm the brother of the devil,
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and the master of Satan, I'm
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the feeling in your body and
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I'm gonna make you cringe.
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[Kenzie]
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Dont watch me battle my
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duel a cold hearted bout,
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hear the screams as you shout
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while you're flat on your back,
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you know there's no turnin'
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back you wanna piece of me,
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you ask for beef with me aint
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no sequel to me, so take a
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shot at me, you gonna make
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it you best, you try slash my
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chest, I'm badder than the
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rest, coz you know i'll defend,
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clash straight to the end, next contender try to contend,
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my arena, step into my
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surroundings, no emotions
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no commotions there is no
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feelings, I'm the favourite,
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as well ya know coz there's
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no holds barred and any thing
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will go.
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[Rocky B]
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Nobody wants it, nobody
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wants it.
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[Kenzie]
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Next contender, try to contend.
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[Rocky B]
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Nobody wants it, nobody
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wants it.
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[Repeat Chourus to fade]
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All About The Music
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| Blazin' Squad |
