[Virtuoso]
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I'm omnipotent
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You claim to win battles
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So when the beat starts
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I'll punch the tree bark
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And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart
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Severing every animal
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I'm doing dirt like earthworms
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I'm sick and original
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Boy, I gave birth to the first germs
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I spit the acetate
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To make your lips evaporate
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The Master Ape
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Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
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Pass the eight, sack of shake
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Twisted in plasma tape
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I came for y'all through the castle gate
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I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
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Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ???????
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So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate
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Telling 7L to sratch a plate
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In due for respect I slap your face
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Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya
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You're a neck and I'm Dracula
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Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
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Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
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We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks
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I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick
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So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips
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[Jus Allah]
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Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
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Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
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Taste my blade sharpness
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Ranked in no class like Marxist
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The heartless
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Rise out of darkness
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I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with
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Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flicks
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Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping
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At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
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Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators
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Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus
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Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless
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Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus
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[Ikon the Hologram]
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We ravenous
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Exhume the tomb of Lazarus
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You blasphemous
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We bring war to pacifists
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Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock
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Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
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A pine box is fine for a killer to run
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Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun
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Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing
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We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
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Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them
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And take turns to burn religious doctrines
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Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
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Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles
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[Esoteric]
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Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
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Wreck nights, spit flames
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Lead pipes, split frames
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Kid ain't shit changed
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Act trife
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I grab the mic and bag your wife
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Sacrifice you twice
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Motherfucker in after life
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Decimate your paradise
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Burn tracks like thermostats
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My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
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I might advise
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You type of guys should revitalize
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Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys
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With a dope rhyme
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Take control of your soul
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Grab a fourty fo' for the po's
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Get your broken nose
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Opponents go to shows
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Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes
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I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
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My world hypothesis
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Kill beasts like heart disease
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Man please
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You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl
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My rap skills will thrash you
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Motherfucker
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Death March
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Jedi Mind Tricks |