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One two, I´m bout to set this up, Like this Hip hoppers check it, [Chorus] Another MC lose his life tonight Lord, I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ Why? Oh Lord, Father don´t let him BURY me, whoa I horn MC´s like mephistophales bringin´ SWORDS OF DAMOCILES Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy Abstract rap simple with a street format Gaze into the sky and measure planets by paralac Check out the retro great motion killed the notion of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation I feel like Rockwell, somebody´s watching me I got no privacy whether on land or at sea And for your bitin´ zealots, your rap´s a cacophonic If a prick predict but deep inside you wish you had a pop hit It hurts don´t it, a refugee come to your turf, To take over the earth... (Lauryn) See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes That can only get down with my crew And if you try to take lines and buy grines We´ll show how the refugees do, Behold it´s my own manifold on your rhymes Two MC´s can´t occupy the same space at the same time It´s against the law of physics So weep as your sweet dreams break up like the rythmics rap rejects My tape deck ejects projectile Whether Jew or Gentile I rentile percentile Many styles more powerful than gamma rays My grandma pays like Carlos Santana plays Black Magic Woman So while you fumin´ I´m consumin´ mango juice under pularis You just embarrassed cuz it´s your last tango IN PARIS And even after all my logic and my theory, I ADD a muthafucker so you ignorant niggas hear me And remember take notes, cuz I SOE MY RAP OATS For all you bitin´ zealots, here´s a quote Aye another MC lose his life tonight, oh I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ, why, Oh Lord, Father don´t let him bury we, aye. You can try but you can´t divide the tribe, These cats can´t rap mister author i feel no vibe The magazine said THE GIRL shoulda went solo, The guy should stop rappin´, vanish LIKE MENUDO Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part As long as someone was listenin´ i knew it was a start for me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp Do a CAMEO while everyone do the dance (do the dance) Quit now cuz you´re runnin´ out of luck-a Playin´ mister big I´m gonna get you sucka While you munchin´ at your luncheon I´ll be plannin´ your assassination and hit you like the dutchman.. I compress sound sets my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my four five six amtax Bring terror to the shop of horrors As she cry mi amour the Phantom dies in the opera And to the youngin´s who carry gadgets, and kill six days a week and rest on the Sabbath (hold up hold up) violence ain´t necessary Unless you provoke me then get buried like the great Mussolini And for you bitin´ zealots, your rap stars are relics No matter who you damage, you still a forced PROFIT. [Chorus]

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