| I paint pictures with my scriptures
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| It grabs ya and it grips ya
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| And takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can’t
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| Even begin to explain
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| I tantalize your senses with sentences
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| Since it’s senseless to attempt this
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| My plan to rise is endless
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| I’m generally known to be off the hinges
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| With a microphone with me
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| Ya wanna fight? |
| come on hit me
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| I ain’t gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me
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| Refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose
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| I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose
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| The beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit
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| From every direction after the herb gets lit
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| Who wanna come? |
| can test me now let’s get down
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| (get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass
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| Pathetic competitors won’t last around
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| After I blast a round, at ya casket
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| Cats get disfigured and eat a fist
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| Fuckin with this nigga when I’m pissed
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| And even when I’m feelin bliss
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| It’ll be an unworthy risk
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| To disturb me cuz I’m impervious to the words you speak
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| I split nucleus’s when I shoot the gift
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| It’s ridiculous to dispute me if
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| You don’t wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty
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| My rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey
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| I don’t give a big fuck at all
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| About all your jewelry and tomfoolery
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| You can get the balls
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| If you don’t wanna be cool with me we can brawl
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| We do it every weekend yall, at the fight club
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| The fight club
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| I hit em up like, what
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| First rule on your first night
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| You gotta fight
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| Just insert the mic plugs
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| You got the right ones
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| If you wanna fight come
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| Show your guns at the
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| Fight club
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| I hit em up like, what
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| First rule on your first night
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| You gotta fight
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| Just insert the mic plugs
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| You got the right ones
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| If you wanna fight come
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| Pump ya fist and resist the system
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| I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom
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| Catechism?
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| We can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission
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| Poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust
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| You don’t wanna get in the pit with us
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| We gladiators of the third eye variety
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| You can be mad and hate us, or ride with me
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| I flow, toe to toe blow for blow
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| The collective objective, is to overthrow
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| We soldiers here to let the poor folks know
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| Imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick
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| The serioiusness of this gets me furious
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| When I hear ignorance spit by my peers
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| I guess thats why I’m here
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| To change up this strange stuff in the coming years
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| My plan’s to put hands on my people in the trance
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| So they can understand what really makes a man strong
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| Convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them
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| To the beat of a kick drum
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| You want some? |
| step up and get some
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| Scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows
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| To speak to yall or we can brawl
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| We do it every weekend y’all, at the fight club!
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| The fight club
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| I hit em up like, what
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| First rule on your first night
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| You gotta fight
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| Just insert the mic plugs
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| You got the right ones
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| If you wanna fight come
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| Show your guns at the
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| Fight club
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| I hit em up like, what
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| First rule on your first night
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| You gotta fight
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| Just insert the mic plugs
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| You got the right ones
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| If you wanna fight come
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| Scratching |