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[ VERSE 1 ]
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You know I heard a lotta rhymes and none of them impress me
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If you're tryin to diss me you may as well address me
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Callin me out's a suicidal attempt
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And on the real live tip you're just another whimp
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I cause earthquakes when I rock old breaks
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I flip on snakes cause I got what it takes
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To make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pump
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Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps
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Size havin nothin to do with this matter
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My name is like bullets, let off and they all scatter
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Breakin north, south, east, west to vacate
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Severe distruction, the god creates and waits
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I never mentioned the Sword that I use to remove
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Those heads of the mentally dead fools
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I wanna build with the brothers who claim to be
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A said person of righteous ability
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Bits and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin
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To my knowledge the father never taught frontin
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Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard
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But you're dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
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(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on)(3x)
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(We got it goin on)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King Tut
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The Sword is golden, unfoldin a fly cut
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Never sweatin small competition at all, y'all
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Let em get souped up, I set up a downfall
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Yo chief, I get the beef like a butcher shop
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Sweep MC's like a broom or a dust mop
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Clean house like a maid as I get paid
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Games are played, bodies are slayed and laid
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Six feet under, pushin up daisies
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Yo, I tried to tell you, money grip, you're crazy
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To say 'battle' to me, that's a trigger word
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S-u-n is a small, yet a bigger word
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Solo controller, roll throughout the universe
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Fill up your mind with lines till your heads burst
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Don't even talk about you're better at a freestyle
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Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile
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Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly
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They can't touch you and they can't get with me
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I'm the King with the Sword decapitatin heads
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Rappers are done before their rhymes are even said
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(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on)(3x)
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(We got it goin on)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Sucker DJ's takin a stab in the dark
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And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark
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Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD
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Aladdin from Low Profile, [Name] from Philly
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Plastic Men and the Sword Mel-Ice
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Are the Supermen sent by Clark Kent who is super nice
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What I'ma do is pull the source from a rock, yo Mel
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Give em a taste cause they're clockin and what not
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[ DJ Mel-Ice the Sword cuttin up ]
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(Hear the drummer get wicked)
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(Here's your ticket)--> Chuck D
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(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on)(3x)
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(We got it goin on)
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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Now that you know the damage we are capable of doin
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Tell your favorite crew and the posse they're ruined
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Just like a waiter I came to serve you
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Don't touch the mic till I say you deserve to
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Your rhyme style is faded like pre-washed jeans
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Go back to rhymin on the corner with your crackhead fiends
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Bumrush the liqor store to get a bottle of Cisco
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At the party I dissed you, so they call it a diss-co
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I'm a renovator, translator of hip-hop
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Shakin the tip-top till all of the drips drop
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Of the jockstrap, I rhyme, yo, I don't rap
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Rappers are new jacks, I smack em and bust caps
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I'm in the mood to intrude with a power move
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I'm still waitin for the others to show and prove
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You're gonna learn not to tamper with Islam
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I'm blowin everybody up with this bomb
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Pure greed made em all not take heed
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I'm not bendin, you ain't got what I need
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Your best bet is to sit and stay set
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I'm not one for droppin drinks, but I dropped Mo?
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A new name, but the flame is still the same
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Red dot on your head, I don't have to aim
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One shot, gimme mine, cause I just scored
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I can't afford to front, I'm King Sun with the Sword
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(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on)(3x)
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(We got it goin on)
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King Sun With the Sword
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King Sun |