[Pledge: Women]
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Together we are,
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A powerful force,
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As one, mind, body and soul.
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Let no evil enter nor attempt to reduce because of the beliefs we hold,
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And with this love, combined with our strength,
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We ward off pain and stress.
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Technician I am, whole heartidely, in life and in death.
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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
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Okay I get it I'm an nympho and freak of nature
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But the pen is gonna heat the paper
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With a problem in a incubator
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Mom and dad was a creature maker I,
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Never need the shaker the beef from table,
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The teacher later,
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Now your the beast of waitner,
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I don't think the streets are safer!
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My misery seepin' through my delivery,
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Bitter we givers and they keep my figures don't try to Nigga me.
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The grave digger is neither he is no kidder see,
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Consider the dark energy, sinner her be inner me!
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Black diamonds all around clawin all, they're down,
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Definites who saw the clown,
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And now steppin' with that tall amount of big tech and shit.
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Aah-ooh! 3 times,
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My people they know what that defines, (Aah-ooh, Aah-Ooh, Aah Ooh!)
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When the people are lovin' and that's T-9
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He run and really make a pee line
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They bout to hate,
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Make out the great,
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They bout to break
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If they don't pay off the cake,
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Stay out my face,
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You don't want me to lay out the fate
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Flip the sick or plain out relate
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Damned and incredible straight out the gate!
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[Hook: Serj Tankian]
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We are the darkness but we're leaving
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We are the gods that are deceiving
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We are the painters of blind face
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Coming straight out the gate
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We are the children of your rifles
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Holding guns while reading bibles
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We are the painters of blind face
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Coming straight out the gate
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[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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You see the face of Ebah on Tech Nina
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Evil Brain Angel Heart I remain in the dark and anointed
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With holy they console me when they know we saying
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Got a hold of me, why they let go of me? I'm double jointed
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I'm wicked and I represent the sickness
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All you fraudulents feeling I'm falling offending the father
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I place you in the deepest darkest part of abyss
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Nobody but you without any food and no agua
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I blacken the sun on you bitches
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Sack in the dungeons and ditches
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Yappin is one of your glitches
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Halt it
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The Kraken has come with the quickness
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Baggin I'm plundering chicks
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And laughing you dummies trip when I'm Exalted
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Tech N9ne
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Fuck the industry independence
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We enemies to them and he
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That's blind
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The champ is here
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The vamp is near
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Huntin' you heathens, hella hungry and I'm amped this year
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
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I am the public enemy #1
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Fuck your fame I became the name of the gun
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Now they parents to Aaron
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Because they sons and daughters wanna be martyrs
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Believe in the art ain't it young
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All I got is my balls and rap,
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I'm appalled that y'all want me to fall callin craps
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Suckers hate it now they crawlin' back
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Cause I'm tall as Shaq
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And I'm always up for brawlin' bats
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Strange music saved my life
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I was fuckin' it then the music became my wife
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Nobody on the planet contained my mic
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Call me crazy, don't matter fucking insane I like!
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[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
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When the sun's beam melts
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Everyone screams help
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Then only one king's felt when telling all survivors,
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Welcome to Something Else!
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And I say Kansas City
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Will always stay Kansas City
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Ya!
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This is Something Else baby!
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Let's Go!
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Tech N9ne]
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I ain't knockin no more I'm breakin' in!
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Straight Out The Gate
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| Tech N9ne |
