Get up!
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(Chorus)
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(Son Doobie)
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We steppin' out, don't have me pull the weapon out.
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Get it out, where you at?
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What you reppin' now?
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Up in the club my thugs, better let em out..
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Battle Axe rocks the set.
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Son, Check it out!
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We don't stop rockin', neck poppin',
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We got the club hostage.
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Block on lock, shockin' topics,
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Can't stop it, got ya head knockin'.
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Verse 1: (Prevail)
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Yo..
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Static, distortion, and ambient noise.
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The champion's close, you can tell by the ambulance voice.
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Someone's about to bleed, the sensation of speed,
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The sensational breed..
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From the secret society, conspiracy of shadows,
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Purity of darkness, and legacy of castles.
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Move from the spark for the fire engulfs,
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Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves.
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Drag the body back into the woods,
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Detach the back and tear into the goods.
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Tossed on the heap like metal scraps.
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Enter the sandman, speed metal and rap.
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Take advantage, your average rappers can't.
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Too many temples, imagine that.
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BPM's of a Mack-10, cadence of an automatic,
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My amazing performance will take it when you thought you had it.
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(Chorus)
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Verse 2: (Moka Only)
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Got heat? I bet you get warm.
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I'm an electric storm.. Anything except the norm.
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You're entering restricted regions,
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Fit to be evicted by my strict allegiance.
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My team people be mean people,
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We been lethal since the beginning up to the Bad Dreams sequel.
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Grab the green, I got the label to thank.
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I'm caffinated, laughing all the way to the bank.
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I'm fascinated how you react to the fame,
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We came, we saw, we conquered, the Members remain,
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To be the ultimatium that made 'em afraid of the game,
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And laid 'em to rest, the recipe that made us a name.
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Cave in your chest, I'm wired, I'm unable to rest.
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Send your top gun man, we disable the best,
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From liable to burst and combust with no discussion.
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Head rush, we trust, you get left with nothin'!
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(Chorus)
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Caution!
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Verse 4: (Madchild)
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Quit nitpickin' and flossin', on shit.
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Kickin' this track, my mind's a mosh pit.
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Blood drops drip from copper faucets.
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Sick thoughts race through my mind, I'm exhausted.
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You hang loose, I'll hang ten.
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Full of venom and adrenaline, a man among men.
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Contaminate your vacant brain with blinding migraines.
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You'll find I'm not sane, you'll find I'm not vain.
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I reign terror, an unbearable arrogant character,
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Comparable to terrible experiments.
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69 Fastback can't pass me, black Mustang,
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Cobra bitch, I'm nasty!
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I'm uncommon, dominant and erotic.
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Control freak speaks..
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You wanted it? You got it.
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Not a lot of competition for a complicated personality,
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Cause I ain't livin' in reality.
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Sensational Breed
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Swollen Members |