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Chorus: Islord 2x
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Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
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Being pulled out at sold out concert
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Niggaz and bitches going berserk
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Everything is real like blue steel
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Being pulled out at sold out concert
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Niggaz and bitches going berserk
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going berserk, going berserk...
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[Beretta 9]
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Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought
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Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot
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On some fifteen global thirteen magazine
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Scope rifle with the infra-red beam, check out my leen
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Mark the skyrise, who one a prize, between your eyes
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Keep it camouflaged, always disguised
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We invinsible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensible
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Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall
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On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled
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Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed
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Word up
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[Dom Pachino]
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Mental repititions, terrorist expeditions, conditions
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Teach truth on this mission, break you down with competitions
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Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your juristiction
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Ain't no intermission, seen it all through preminition
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Build with my earth, the knowledge mean god
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In my solar position, sun of man, understand
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Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician
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Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence
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Carry out the wu-tradition, sharpen my sword
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Choppin off heads, so play your distance
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Chorus: Islord 2x
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Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
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Being pulled out at sold out concert
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Niggaz and bitches going berserk
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going berserk...
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[9th Prince]
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Yo, I'm from the hot lavas of the planet earth
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Thoughts of star, burst ??? the universe
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I slap the shit out the nurse
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For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth
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I'm the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, I spit verabl spears
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Army of Black Knights, conquerers, killers, gorillas, warfare
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My mind is in a straight-jacket, the tongue is a hatchet
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Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition
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Face track animations, Masta Killa, pass my the god jewels so I could murder
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Satan
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9th Prince is a silent analyzer
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Hypnotize, genocide to set him on fire, then become a terrible tragic
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Insane off rhyme cocaine, as fierce as drug addicts
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My mind is clear like the state-of-the-art graphics
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The laser war, infra-red lords
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Prince Sadaam has cause to destroy like jaws
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The high-intellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs
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High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves
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[Killa Sin]
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To see the gods fall, never that
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I hold the black metal for golden raps
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Where the soldiers at, dealing with math
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We still upon that, killer combat
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Form the righteous uprising
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Two flies within the eyes of uncivilized men
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Got fake niggaz posing like they heismen
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Push through like limemen
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Attack your quarterback on consignment
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The key to living life is refinement
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It's knowledge of self, without allah you never gonna survive this
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Merciless, onslaught this bra-fourth within you
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Continue to turn concerts to a murder venue
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It's all real, always blood spill in that direction
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Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons
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Small minds add to hard times of all times
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It's a thin line between the scene of the crime
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So, don't cross it
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Chorus: Islord 2x
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Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
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Being pulled out at sold out concert
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Niggaz and bitches going berserk
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Everything is real like blue steel
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Being pulled out at sold out concert
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Niggaz and bitches going berserk
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going berserk, going berserk
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Murder Venue
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Killarmy |