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Reverend:
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My sons, absolutes, and friends
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I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord
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(continues preaching)
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Arch Rivals
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We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared
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They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one
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Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere
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got the children over here, teaching them the problems
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And its the real one
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Ahh man now we got the ???? over there
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The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one
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Verse 1:
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Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
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But not deadered to be real or to be severed
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A double-header, the black mecca respecta
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Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
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For the first setter who loves it wetter
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Well I can make it better
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In a bloodbath you letta
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black soggin, treaty, the ledger
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Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
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New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers
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Take you beyond the heist, forever so
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Doin out Little Italy to Mexico
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Now who be the next to go
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Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco
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Or strictly back to disco
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However though one and my own one, soo
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Never pet yo, full deck pro
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The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo
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Between two steels
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to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
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got it real got it down, yo
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Verse 2:
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As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces
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And make ya death the sweetest
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Punch a hole through ya cleavage
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By the way Howard Jesus
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I hope you been baptized
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Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes
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And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm
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I remain calm, for the storm
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As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen
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And then I grab ya friend
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And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse
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And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation
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Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw
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Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
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His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
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No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
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Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting
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Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening
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Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting
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Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
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And leave your carcass in the darkness
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Where the jackals prowl upon your grave
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Yo hear a howl from the cave
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Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
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Sing along sing along sing along
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Verse 3:
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Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark
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silver darts melt in your heart
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Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart
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Verse 4:
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My team be strong, we live right or wrong
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death come calm, sweet wit a charm
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As I speak from the throne in my temple
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My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level
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Devils in the mist, hate we exist
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Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit
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Styles murderous, sordid justice
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Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch
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Modern Egypt, diamond presidents
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Drug measurements got us dead on cement
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Robbin for rent, guage in the trench
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Slave ever since, return of the prince
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Constantine the great, never go for bait
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Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state
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From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
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My armory run the economy
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Rule is our policy
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The deaf dumb acknowledge me
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Like love peace and honesty
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The thugs on the street hustle to eat
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Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats
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Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
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We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
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Not a friend of me...
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Verse 5:
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Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
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If I have to blaze yo I just wont care
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We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme
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My team gleam, like matches and gasoline
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soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
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He died a tread, It was passed the asking
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In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion
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Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
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The demolitioner with the codse of honor
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You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama...
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(Reverend talks till end)
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Flaming Swords
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