| Iden Versio
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| Iden Versio
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| I done a verse, yo, I done a verse, yo
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| I done a verse for Iden Versio
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| They’ve only gone and blown the Death Star to smithereens
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| As if it was hill of beans
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| But we won’t give up easily
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| Remnants of a galactic empire
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| Back to send fire
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| Enact revenge for absent friends
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| Defend their pride and then die
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| A death the heavens sent for us
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| We’re meant to avenge the emperor
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| With relentless lust to see the rebellion crushed
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| To pieces of debris and dust
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront
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| When the empire’s my employer
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| Then I get to ride in a Star Destroyer
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| Loyal to the path of the dark
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| But apart from that, no morals
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| Like a lawyer
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| Don’t just stand there, startled voyeur
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| Avoiding a fight? |
| I’ll start it for ya
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| Oh yeah
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| I will send an inferno
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| Burn your final breath
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| You’ll find no women, you’ll find no men
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| Finer than I, or Kylo Ren
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| So why pretend any different
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| When I don’t give a who I offend
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| Get in a fight with Iden then
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| I will pen you a violent end
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| Send my guys to find your friends
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| With an identical plight for them
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| Hit hyperspace, this sight’s amazing
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| It’s like a maze of lit light for days
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| Sky’s ablaze, ship’s sides are quaking
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| Just like the bass, this time we’re taking
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| This fight and chasing at lightning pace
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| Give the dice a shake, six, strike the base
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| Woop, my mistake, hit your hiding place
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| You better find another quick, right away
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront
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| End these rebels who were striking the Death Star
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| Then we’ll find where the rest are
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| Never rest 'til it’s bedtime
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| Crying «Get off the Xbox»
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| And they’re like «Yes, ma»
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| That wasn’t my best line
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| That wasn’t my best bar by far
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| I’ve kept the best for the end part
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| Giving you a headstart, oh, you’ll need it
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| The dark side wants your soul to feed it
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| Assaulting Theed and leave it molten, beaten
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| Halt and heed the alarm call
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| These daft fools wanna start?
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| Cool
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| I’m a glass always half full kind of arsehole
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| Harsh, cruel
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| So these bastards wanna play hard ball
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| I bring sharp tools
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| And a lot of fuel for my TIE Fighter
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| Fly, hi guys, want to carpool?
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| And can I ask y’all:
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| Why does Admiral Ackbar talk
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| Like Ja Rule went to art school
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| And then got taught fuck all
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| Come and fight Darth Maul
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| In a dark hall, while sparks fall
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| Like Ponda Baba’s arm in a bar brawl
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| That’s hardcore
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| That’s Star Wars
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront
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| Don’t get it back to front
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| 'Cause after that you’re done
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| Galactic action, stunts
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| Massive guns that pack a punch
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| So grab your blaster, pack your lunch
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| Run and jump back to the battlefront |