| Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
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| Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
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| Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
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| She rags sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak
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| Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix
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| Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix
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| Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer
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| The spreadin of body, covers the man in the mirror
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| Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam
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| Cracklin, screamin, crime who I am *echo*
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| Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap
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| Rule the rough mind stap, cryin, his eyes strapped
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| Beneath clothin, prehaps speed glowin
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| The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown
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| The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun
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| So uplift the mind, boy I’ll bring out the sun
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| You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre
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| And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds
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| but uplift the mind and I heal ya scars
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| Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin stars
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| Now, first of all, yo, we ain’t no saints
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| Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
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| The same feelin scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
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| My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em
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| Link spot blast, even though I shot last
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| The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast
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| The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
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| Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting
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| Swift with the gifts, it’s the God Body Squad
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| It’s not a myth, we defy all laws
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| Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
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| but, all in the all be grateful to be livin
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| While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
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| Serious the world, experience this struggle
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| The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
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| We feelin calmy now to dominate the scene
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| The grass more green, attack speed dem (on)
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| The cliffhanger vaccine, man in machine *echo*
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| Now from round one, mayor style sum
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| I won’t stop the war till y’all drown in my drum
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| Now, here come the rhythm, style that’s moist
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| Now, it’s up from the Hell with the olive oil voice
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| Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within
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| Against witty rap war startin, robbin in the wind
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| Great blue skies and the great red birds
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| >From the pitch black city with the long link verbs
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| Golden Arms song truly to restore the Earth’s beauty
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| Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury
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| When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty
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| A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance
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| Midnight power plant, seekin the menace
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| My wrestlin vest, lyric fresh, dry bone
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| My appetite distruction is official cyclones
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| Thai poems, my throne
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| One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones
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| It’s on now!!!
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| Kung Fu movie sample:
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| We’re the best, I assure you.
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| That’s not what I’ve heard.
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| There’s a lot of Shaolin men around here.
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| They’re not important.
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| Are you trying to deceive me?
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| Those damn Shaolin students. |
| They’re just a bunch of rebels.
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| Time and again in the past, the court has given orders,
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| to wipe them out!
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| Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher.
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| Who is this man?
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| The God of War! |