| Prevail
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| Yo
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| I pound my chest like a silverback, but this ain’t the Jungle Book
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| Hitchhike a trilogy, Copperhead Road
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| Diamonds in the caravan, pirates in the cove
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| Pilots in the fighter jet, nosedive and barrel roll
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| Real rock n roll type attitude I got
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| Bite chain in my hand, that’s the chain of command
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| The rightness of doom holes, the instrument of tragedy
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| Mercury septic depicted on a tapestry
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| Chapter 57, Verse 23
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| Book of Prevail
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| Legendary hunter of the sea (I am)
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| Guided by the North Star, no arrows for the albatross
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| Inhale asbestos the fragments tear your lungs apart
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| It’s deliverance, consider this an omen
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| A token of faith until the next dimension opens
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| Outer space, zero gravity, below freezing
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| You’re a thousand light years from home you’ve stopped breathing
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| Rocking in the Midwest. |
| We going down south
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| I’m a wild motherfucker, I’m a loud mouth
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| I’m a loud motherfucker, I’ma wild out
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| In the Midwest, we going down south
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| I’m a loud motherfucker, I’ma wild out
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| Living in a ghost town, bringing it to your house
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| Madchild
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| I had to battle for my soul
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| Won it back from the Devil when I beat him at the crossroads
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| I’m on a mountain and I live in a cave
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| Got a couple secrets I’ma take to the grave
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| I’m meaner than a rattlesnake, strong as a bull
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| I’m a branded bandit with two axes and a skull
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| Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?
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| Madchild, this is a bear trap you walked in to
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| Prevail
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| Sharper than the eyes of a hawk
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| Jailhouse Rock
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| Prevail One, nail gun talk
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| I’ll tear you apart like a butcher from the gangs of New York with bricks,
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| swatch knives and pitchforks
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| Territorial, imperial, I feel like Attila
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| Material profiles of a serial killer
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| Awaken the gatekeeper, the ice man cometh
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| The master of puppets, disasters among us
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| Rocking in the Midwest. |
| We going down south
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| I’m a wild motherfucker, I’m a loud mouth
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| I’m a loud motherfucker, I’ma wild out
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| In the Midwest. |
| We going down south
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| I’m a wild motherfucker, I’m a loud mouth
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| Living in a ghost town, bringing it to your house
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| Prevail
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| Caught in the crossfire, pierced by the ricochet
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| Prev One Navy SEAL, Madchild Green Beret
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| Helicopter, Apache, missile launch, tomahawk
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| Crown of spike blown apart, burn up like Joan of Arc
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| Don’t provoke us, chokehold diagnosis
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| So close to losing your focus to psychosis
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| I’m agile, you’re fragile, break and shatter
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| To make matters worse, you’re climbing up Jacob’s Ladder
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| Madchild
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| How does Mad manage to cause damage and then vanish
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| And singlehandedly manhandle the whole planet
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| I can’t man, I got two crew companions
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| Like Yosemite Sam standing with two cannons
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| Man I can flow
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| You panic like I’m a gigantic mechanical bull
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| I’m out of control
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| I like my Heineken’s cold
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| Platinum plaque raps, I ain’t trying to go gold
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| Rocking in the Midwest. |
| We going down south
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| I’m a wild motherfucker, I’m a loud mouth
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| I’m a loud motherfucker, I’ma wild out
|
| In the Midwest. |
| We going down south
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| I’m a wild motherfucker, I’m a loud mouth
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| Take the, rowdy as a roadhouse
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| Living in a ghost town, bringing it to your house |