| I stalk in the land where the world’s gonna end
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| Life is a game that the blacks never win
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| You can’t look back, when the devils on attack
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| Or be the next victim inside this deathtrap
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| When I stalk, I take a deep breath of death
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| In the atmosphere, then I prepare to meet my enemy
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| I leave ya lost inside a mental maze
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| Like bad memory plus a overdose of amnesia
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| Equals brain seisures
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| With no warning, too prejudice
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| Critics who don’t pee wee judgin us had gimmicks
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| Why die think they rappers
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| Cuz they study the dictionaries
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| Is life is a cycle from ya birthday to the cemeteries?
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| My third eye, describe the fantasy world alive
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| I eat food for thought, on Thanksgiving
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| Instead of celebrating, the killin of the Indians
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| My brain potential turn me into a mental maniac
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| You think ya zaniac, when I’m outsane
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| Creating more mysterious, curious shit than a Dr. Strange
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| Had a full capacity fillin ya open dome like a cavity
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| Too many tragedies, caused by demons that lack on strategy
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| My intellectual concepts is logic, ya disect, blood spill, white spill
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| Study it for my test, a life of death escapes
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| Burn like the equator to eliminate ya face
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| The doors of hell is closin by minute we deathtrapped in it
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| I’m searchin for the beginning, but the end, they let me win it
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| I’m alergic to murder futures, in the price time the evidence is mine
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| Think beyond, right now, I can hear souls of the innocent
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| Crying in pain, every year, only we had no real ears
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| To hear the fear
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| The ritual wounds, I glide, cuz the dark days will raid skies
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| And it will rain pain on the insane devils in the sky
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| When under pressure, ya can’t stand still on ya own flatline
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| With ya part time, wack ass rhymes
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| Here’s another lesson, parental discreation is advised
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| My rhymes open eyes and lies in my hands
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| Who is the man with the power
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| Brainwash and met don’t wanna step in the shower
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| The rain, the acid rain from the brainstorm ya get named dame
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| Yo its just another strangle goes a bang into a mental
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| When I was a young lad, they said I had potential
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| I udalized the fight, Deadly Venoms as a weapon
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| Sudden death, when destruct, with the lethal ejection
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| Danger, don’t talk to strangers, I hang ya
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| In the torture chamber, brother release the hanger
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| The beat, join the ranks of the deceised
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| When ya rest in piece or better yet pain
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| Cuz my name lock in ya brain just like aroma
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| Thoughts swell inside of ya mind like a tumor
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| In this rap field you couldn’t match me kid
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| I begged ya when the seventh sense said I was electric, kid
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| That word is bond, I rock from the dusk till dawn
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| Thru the day to night, from the dark to the light
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| The way that I rock is catastrophic
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| It’s sick, psychotic, nerves I got it
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| Paragraphs, are toxic
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| Give you a sign if you don’t know the time
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| Grab the Glock to ya face as I waste ya mind
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| Our father who art in hell
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| Out to make ya suffer, pray to maintain under pressure
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| Mentally I’m out of the anger
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| All my physical state dwells to hate, my obligation is bleep the fate
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| Of the mind of the wicked
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| Livin in fantasies, caught up in fantasies, spray ya
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| Calamities and tragedies
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| Be who who hate it, like ?? |
| my recalation
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| Against the man who cancels of recooperation
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| Mass the game as I torture
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| Talk to ya brain on the remains of blood veins above they kanes
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| Be my, toss and typo, like a loss of a cycle
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| This is a hell, see thru the house above the cypher
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| The ghettos and the projects massive within
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| In the jungle with sin, the drama never end
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| Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the Middle East
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| Raps cause torment lay dorment in the East
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| Pick it up slow, say whats sup
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| For Da Last Future, Hell Razah
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| Holy Psychaitrist, Prodigal Sunn
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| Population Click, Wu-Tang, Gravediggaz |