The scent of danger
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takes me to the edge of panic
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now I¡¯m caught
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in the plot
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that was thought up
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satanic like Mayo
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-Dayo,
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daylight comes and I wanna get home before I¡¯m burnt by the sun.
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I wanna be free in peace love and harmony,
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but my mirand be vanishing like carmen see
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check the scripture
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a picture emerges bells chim at the twelfth sign of the seventh scourges.
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And the first is a sleeper
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steeped in the force of the dark side
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is striked but behold a pale horse.
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And the source be above the law like Segal
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The thought of their stare raised my hair like Vidal.
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Now he stalks where I walks
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setting soldiers at the border
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and hopes to catch Gueverra actin outta order.
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So I'll eat a fool like Ozzy eats a bat
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And the fact is I was kidnapped
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thrown in the back of the
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unmarked van destination unknown
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in league with the intrigue a la Oliver Stone.
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We¡¯re starting revolutions
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33 and 1/3,
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you¡¯re mine now,
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was all I heard.
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In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,
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cuz the truth stranger than fiction
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from the get go
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the watcher said so
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beware
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Sgt. Stiletto.
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J Gueverra takes the fifth to those who would drag me under
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like coyote to roadrunner,
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now the population faces incarceration
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while select serpents reach
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certain circles of illumination.
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Looking over my shoulder,
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I¡¯m seeing shadows on the walls.
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I¡¯m turning pallid at the thoughts of the gallows.
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Seven gables zooming for me cant neglect the connection,
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Seven are the sides on the cross on the pendulum,
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Stiletta, the name of the nemesis Gueverra,
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I¡¯m trapped in the labyrinth.
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Assassins be passing me and I amongst their midst,
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before my name is known I slip into the mist,
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I exist
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the Specialist
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who persists
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to find the secret entrance I decipher the hieroglyphs
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TADA the creaking floor reveals a door VOILA
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and I emerge into the crypt.
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In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,
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cuz the truth stranger than fiction
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from the get go
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the watcher said so
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beware
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Sgt. Stiletto.
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Now I¡¯m strapped to the rack and the terrors on,
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God damn
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I feel like the man from the marathon,
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I gotta bust out or I¡¯m Dustin like Hoffman
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and I feel like the minnow, shit I¡¯m lost.
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The little keys unlock the mysteries unknown,
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I roam these catacombs like Jones.
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I float like a butterfly
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see revenge like superfly
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and I got high
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be on like sky.
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I¡¯m making a date with the undertaker
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as Stiletta sends me
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out to meet my maker.
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I charge that cigar that comes like Kool-Aid
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and I bust through the wall like a Big Jim Slade
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You trip the switch and you fall through the trap,
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your friends are falling in and you can¡¯t get em back,
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there¡¯s a dragon on the prowl, you heard the bellow,
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beware
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Sgt. Stiletto.
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In the jurisdiction marked of the prediction,
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cuz the truth stranger than fiction
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from the get go
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the watcher said so
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beware.
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Sergeant Stiletto
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