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<9th Prince>
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Yeah, yeah
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Master of all self-hate
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Shaolin cipher heat, niggas
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For my militant soldiers
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Yeah, check it out
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Yo, yo
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As night falls the commando's teams seize the palace
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Fiercely assault commands the volts
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Explode in the air like lightning bolts
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We rippin' out your spleen
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At battlegrounds like the dense jungles of Phillipines
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Drunk monk sip O.E. out the canteen
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Men at war with guillotines
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So far we all (?) Japanese
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Troops not waiting
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All you hear is bullets penetrating
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Deep like the assassination that almost killed Reagan
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War troops in army suits with spiked boots
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Lyric proof brutes
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Camouflage the haunted igloo
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Eskimo commando
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Dressed to kill in camo
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Black Rambo
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I civilize for ammo
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Bulletproof parachutes
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We motorate helicopters with green bags of loot
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Bloodthirst heroes
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After Vietnam he made the wheelchair
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No fear
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Warfare at its highest (?-mixed with Beretta 9's first line)
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<Beretta 9>
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Yo, yo
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I snatch up defeated troops in desert Tim boots
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Camouflage like the sands I locate in Iran
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For war be the issue
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Elite crews and God jewels
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Snipers on the rooftop watch out for the Pitbulls
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Waited 'til sunsets and moving like ninjas
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Camouflage masked avengers
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Y'all niggas best surrender
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We servicing your weapons we be the Armageddon
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Killarmy bring on board this military acquisition
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Your crew will take position on the seven seas mission
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Beretta 9 be wild like (?-mixed with 9th Prince's first line)
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<9th Prince-Chorus x 2>
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Yo, 5 Star General giving killing orders
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Militant assassins surround the headquarters
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<Shogun Assassin>
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Let's go to war with break beats
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My battleground is in the streets
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Shogun
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Samurai assassin the professional spectacle
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Mental terrorist
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Plant a time bomb in your ear
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And hold your brain for hostage
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Killarmy equipped with detonating swords
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Captivate the crowd leave 'em praising the Lord
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In the Asiatic War we chop heads off
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Like General Monk and his swordsmen
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The reason is burning season
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My brothers is guilty of high treason
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So I decapitate them
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As they lay motionless bleeding on the canvas
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I put away my weapon which is stainless
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<9th Prince>
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Yo, it's the 5 Star General
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<9th Prince-Chorus x 2>
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5 Star Generals, word up
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<Dom Pachino>
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Here's the non-carnivorous
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Lyricist rhyming protagonist absorbing thoughts through my elements
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Rip out your pancreas
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Try to exit and get caught like a venereal disease
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Niggas freeze before I sueeze
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It's impossible to run when I'm done
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Dom Pachino the son saving my universe now
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Awaiting trial
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Unidentified profile
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Got you sewn like a textile
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Lyrical navigator exploring different worlds
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Mixelplick (?) style
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Equipped with a vest
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Killarmy vigilantes got MC's marked for death
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Evil targets
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Taking their lives like Grand Auto Theft
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Then motivate like Dr. David Banner
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Moving in bulletproof air crews with CB scanners
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I channel
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My life can never be a manual
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Unpredicatable historical like a Greek oracle
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Words pronunciated plural
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And shot through my (?-over Masta Killa's first line)
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<Masta Killa>
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Scinece is the study of all things
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Knowledge their sword swing
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Guns go off in the east wing
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It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
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Who's resting
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You've been summons to awaken
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A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil civilization
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Migration expands my plan to the maximum capacity
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Nothing can hold me from launching out over the Earth then disperse
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Ritual darkness niggas return
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Unscathed and at ease and as you were
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But the thought of not being able to breathe and leave these worldly
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possessions
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Have MC's fret to step in my direction
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<9th Prince-Chorus x 2>
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Word up, militant assassins
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Five Stars
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Killarmy |