| Step into the realm, you’re bound to get caught
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| And from this worldly life, you’ll soon depart
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| Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that’s deceptive
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| Beats are perfected, the ghetto’s infested
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| with more destruction, my vocal eruption
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| was speakin bout corruption with no introduction
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| Approach me with caution cause I spark losses
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| M-Illitant the rap arson, marchin
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| Leavin niggaz stiff like I’m starchin, departin
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| Hollywood Sambos and jokes just like Martin
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| I’m the type of nigga that belongs in a ward
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| with a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
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| Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold
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| They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud
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| If this a point of life, one I can’t afford
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| Then I have to get sheist and I deal in fraud
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| Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher
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| With more drama than a soap opera
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| Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander
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| Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander
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| Warn every challenger, about the silencer
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| Muzzle in your mouth for the days that’s on the calendar
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| I’m from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical
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| undergrads, and steady red faces of stone
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| Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative
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| Philly crimin-al, I rhyme my, dirt Tariq already did
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| Buildin this, Fifth foundation in the wilderness
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| Thought-less, trespass and enter Thought’s fortress
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| Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the
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| cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless
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| Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches
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| The beat Fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches
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| Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem
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| Fuck stardom, and chickens up in Gotham
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| Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me
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| STOP THAT, cash we conveniently got that
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| I stroll through your scenery cocked back
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| Me and Hot Mack, the nine-eight, El Dorado Cadillac Jacks |