Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper
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Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo
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Yo, yo, yo...
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Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
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inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
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and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
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or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
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And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
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be poundin on your head like jackhammers
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You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
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seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
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Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
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with just a few scars when the beating ends
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The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
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But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
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of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
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To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
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With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
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A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
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My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
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In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
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Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
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Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
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To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
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and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
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I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
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Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
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Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
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Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
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I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
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Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
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Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
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I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
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I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
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Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
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Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
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Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
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Grym will mentally chop your career
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See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
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Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
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you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
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You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
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Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
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Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector
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Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
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Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
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Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
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Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser
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My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
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And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
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The imperial - material's venerial
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MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
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Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
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Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
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Cause war like the grandson of Kush
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I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush
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Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted
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Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets
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Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
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While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers
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Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
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You get stampeded by the wildabeast
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A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
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Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
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Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
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He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
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MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
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Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone
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Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
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Potentially, I have the key to make G's
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MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees
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Killa bees spread rapid like diseases
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See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth
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be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
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Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
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Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope
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Niggaz realize they just can't cope
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The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc
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Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper
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I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish |