| Yeah yeah
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| Uh yo yo, yo yo yo, Jedi Mind yo yo
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| Yo, my words sojourn, spread em like a slow germ, infected
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| Disease is collected and quarantined from my method
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| The borderline where the animal and divine become separate
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| I’m Def Leppard, case of beautiful hell on a record
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| Compel the skeptic when Kamachi unveil the epic
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| It’s needed and requested
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| Brought to you like Elijah in the message
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| A jury of ancestors was sequestered
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| To decide my fate, for conductors of viscous vespers
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| Candlelight death is extras
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| Is usually hollow point flesh presses
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| Until they skin caress stretchers
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| I’m the best to finesse textures
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| My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet
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| Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic
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| Juju tongue to voodoo come, behold this untold havoc
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| Up north grab it, then I hit the south pole with a magnet
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| East and west avid, now my name on all four points of the square
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| It’s firmly established, the language is lavish
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| First to rock Roshashannah’s and African pajamas
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| Swear before I die to be there with the best of the rhymers
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| Music for different ears, hears in different spheres
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| Global ink like the mobile link, make sure the pitch is clear
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| K-A-M-A-C-H-I be the dopest in here
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| «Too much… I'm tired»
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| «In the company of those that fear…»
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| «In the company of… fear»
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| Yo we smash mics, but y’all wanna build
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| But in the face of death, you can’t kill
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| And that’s real, we fear what we feel
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| But y’all mo’fuckers can’t overstand skill
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| If y’all stalk me, we Buck like Milwaukee
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| But y’all, y’all just do a lot of talkin
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| And maybe that’s why you fear what the devil does
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| Maybe that’s the appeal of a metal slug
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| You ain’t a ghetto thug, you an actress
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| That’s unnatural, like love between faggots!
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| «In the company of… fear»
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| I burn leaf with Ikon and the Chief nigga
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| This next bud is not for you
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| Watching you made me land a clenched hand to your nostril
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| Stopping you from giving the god cold stares
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| Beware, my flares put poets in rolling chairs
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| None are prepared when the holocaust begins
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| You’ll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs
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| Now I’m, holding your gems, you’re holding for dear life
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| Any motherfucker holding the heat can have ice
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| You’re just like a bitch with no top on
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| At the Houston five, you lay down to get shot on
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| Double check, you’re dead, plugged twice in your mug
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| I’m high off the weed, drunk off the cop’s blood
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| «Too much… I'm tired»
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| «In the company of those that fear»
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| «In the company of… fear»
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| «Above all, there was fear
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| Fear of today, fear of tomorrow
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| Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself»
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| «We came from distant space and even what some might call
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| Another dimension… and we’re about to return» |