[ 60 Second Assassin ]
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I traveled so far
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Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar
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New era, bust em like reign terror
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So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured
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The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical
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Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
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No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight
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Take light, through the crypts at night
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Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
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Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
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As lightning strikes snakes out from under
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Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
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Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
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Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business
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Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
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I leave your lip stitched
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Cause you couldnt mind your business
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But when it came to this rap,
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You shouldve vacated the premises
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Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
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Get loopbtin civil, next up
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[ Prodigal Sunn ]
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Yo I believe thats me
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[ Trebag ]
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Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC
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[ Prodigal Sunn ]
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P attack you from the metronome
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Catch you in your groove home alone
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Blowin wit the chrome, nigga
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Im blowin to the bone
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My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
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Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
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Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
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Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power
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Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene
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They think we forget the dream
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My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
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Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
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Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
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Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
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From the explosion, my opposition
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Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
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Keep em drinkin Benjin
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Like some chicken heads on the ground
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Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
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Me and my clique sharpen the sound
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Infiltrate the town town town
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[ Trebag ]
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Next up
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[ Hell Razah ]
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Yo I believe thats me
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[ Trebag ]
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Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC
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[ Hell Razah ]
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If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it
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Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris
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Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses
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Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate
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John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish
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Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish
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Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth
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You better try a video shoot or get the boot
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From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups
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Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop
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Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
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Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use?
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Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce
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And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit
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Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
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Play the earths flute just before I execute
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Next up
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[ Method Man ]
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Yo I believe thats me
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[ Hell Razah ]
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Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD
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[ Method Man ]
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While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
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Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs
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The sickest of disease
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Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
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My PLO stees is from here to overseas
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Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
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Bombin enemies
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See me in the global war being all that I can be
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Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
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Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
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20,000 leagues beneath sea level
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Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel
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Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it
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All day, every days a Billie Holiday
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Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
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Have you heard crime pay?
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Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot
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In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world
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We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl
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Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous
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Camoradiated verbal going through changes
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Next Up
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Sunz of Man |