| Together we are, a powerful force, as one, mind, body and soul
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| Let no evil enter nor attempt to reduce us because of the beliefs we hold
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| And with this love, combined with our strength, we ward off pain and stress
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| Technician I am, wholeheartedly, in life and in death
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| Okay I get it, I'm an F.O.N Freak of Nature
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| But the pen is gonna heat the paper
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| Was a problem in the incubator
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| Mom and dad was a creature maker
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| I never need the shaker
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| The beat from tape were the teacher later
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| Now you're the beast awakener
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| I don't think the streets are safer
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| My misery seepin' through my delivery
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| Bitter we givers and they keep my figures, don't try to nigger me
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| The grave digger is hither, he is no kidder, see
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| Consider the dark energy, sinner be inner me
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| Black diamonds all around callin' all the down definites
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| Who saw the clown and now steppin' with that tall amount of big Tech and shit
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| Aah-ooh (Aah-ooh, aah-ooh)
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| My people they know what that defines
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| What the people are lovin', and that's T-9
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| He rhyme and make 'em make a beeline
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| They 'bout to hate, make out the great
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| They mouth'll break if they don't pay off the cake
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| Stay out my face, you don't want me to lay out the fake
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| Flip the sick and pray thou relate
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| That I'm incredible straight out the gate
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| We are the darkness, but we’re leaving
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| We are the gods that are deceiving
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| We are the painters of blind-faith
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| We are the children of your rivals
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| Holding guns while reading Bibles
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| Go ahead and seal your fate
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| Straight out the gate
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| You see the face of EBAH on Tech N9na
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| Evil Brain, Angel Heart I remain in the dark and anointed
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| With holy they console me when they know we
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| Sin got a hold of me, why they let go of me? |
| I’m double jointed
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| I’m wicked and I represent the sickness
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| All you fraudulents feeling I’m falling offending the father
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| I place you in the deepest darkest part of abyss
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| Nobody but you and without any food and no agua
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| I blackened the sun on you bitches
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| Sat in the dungeons and ditches
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| Yappin is one of your glitches - halt it
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| The Kraken has come with the quickness
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| Back and I’m plundering chicks
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| And laughing you dummies trip with Exalted
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| Fuck the industry, independents, we enemies to them and he that’s blind
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| The champ is here, the vamp is near
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| Huntin' you heathens, hella hungry and I’m amped this year
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| We are the darkness, but we’re leaving
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| We are the gods that are deceiving
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| We are the painters of blind-faith
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| We are the children of your rivals
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| Holding guns while reading Bibles
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| Go ahead and seal your fate
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| Straight out the gate
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| I am the public enemy #1
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| Fuck your fame, I became the name of a gun
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| Now they parents hate Aaron because they sons
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| And daughters wanna be martyrs believing in my art, ain't it young?
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| All I got is my balls and rap,
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| I'm appalled that y'all want me to fall calling craps
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| Suckers hate it, now they crawlin' back 'cause I'm tall as Shaq
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| And I'm always up for brawlin' bats
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| Strange Music saved my life
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| I was fuckin' it then the music became my wife
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| Nobody on this planet can tame my mic
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| Call me crazy, don't matter, fucking insane I like
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| When the sun's beam melts
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| Everyone screams help
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| (Then only one king's felt
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| When telling all survivors welcome to Something Else)
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| And I say Kansas City
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| Will always stay Kansas City
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| Yeah
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| This is Something Else baby!
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| Lets Go!
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| We are the darkness, but we’re leaving
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| We are the gods that are deceiving
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| We are the painters of blind-faith
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| We are the children of your rivals
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| Holding guns while reading Bibles
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| Go ahead and seal your fate
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| Straight out the gate
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| I ain't knockin no more I'm breakin' in |