[Talking]
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Yo you dealin' wid militant goons ya know what I'm sayin?
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Necro on the track, peace and love to BK
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Far Rock, drop it
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[Verse 1]
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I stash concealables under my underables, fuck them other crews
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I got a hundred goons bustin' you wid puncture wounds
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Nothin' but rage, nineteen ninety nine the world change
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Now it seem, the devil leaves the righteous man slain
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with the brain function, weak and callin'
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Reproduction, revolution, assassination, execution, collision
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It's best to find my religious credential politicians
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Devil's decisions populate prisons
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Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my place
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Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face
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These police they, motivate, drug market maneuvers
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Gat shooters, visionary military computer operation specialist
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My intelligence breeds benevolence
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Subtract infested cam of the inheritence
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No evidence, gunshots like three blast
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Dippin' out the back wid the jet black ski mask
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Can't indentify, who he?, you can't see
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Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be
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My mind be, venturin' into territories
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Eighteen hundred and twenty five days end of story
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Hook:
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Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow
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Everytime I flow it's like there's no tomorrow
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I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrow
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You don't wanna mess around there's no tomorrow
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(2x)
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*scratching of* "Nah kid" "It's only a matter of time"
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[Verse 2]
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It's Abraham baggin' grams on a beach in France
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Militia dancer my Tony Sicero stance exaggerated
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And overblow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook
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born to menace, my hop wid Christ, bootless bandits on the streets
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Bless beats wid treats strictly grimey, for all my peeps
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Non-Phixion, incredible goons bringin' the legacy
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Shit, meaner than actresses rockin' dope on vasectomies
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I represent like Canarcy argue
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Quick to stick a party, intoxicated from Bacardi
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Real shit, legit like pigs who carry biscuits
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Intrinsic, like your kind of mind in your compress kit
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Don't risk it, like Mumia before a caper
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Upstate lats get buried, on two point five acres
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A crook wid line plus my alibi designed to jerk
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Housing officials and feds lookin' for tech nines
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I been through more shit than Rocky Dennis
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or Craig Mack's blemish, emcees suck mine and then replenish
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Back in Iceland we handy wid the gadgets
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Crime ridden like jackers extortin' karats I'm savage
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Keep it rugged like Tommy
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Waco will play ya devastation
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And sixty X's for my nation
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Hook (2x)
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No Tomorrow
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Non Phixion |