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Reload the Canons, my move's expandin', 7 star general Ksar's still standin', emerge out the water, lead the troops ashore, machete through the jungle with the tools of war, we stop for a smoke break, then we move some more, and pour through your inner city, fuck the music store, my Plastic Explosive blows through your doors, with the force of some C5, ripping beats live, watch your special teams die when my bullets deep dive, we rise, in the blind spot of eyes, plot your demise, got 'em droppin' like flies.
Dart through your strong hold and renegade force, leave your headquarters torched, turn your corp into corpse, sword swinging bayonet, internal organs are tore, we bore through the underground of networks and cords, Lord Darkon armed with the Argon Light, King ZaRkon strike with a sharpened mic, amplified windpipe's what my foes despite, having crews break loose when my flows ignite, the plight's set in stone, sight set in chrome, leave you blown out your back seats when your speakers blown.
I cut through sound like 50cal. to Teflon, leave your head gone, do me wrong and your dead wrong, I'll leave the set bombed and any mission I'm sent on, cock the breech loader, my souldiers are head strong, step on body parts and crawl through blood, cover my face in mud, pour gasoline in jugs and blow shit up, it's time to roll, Get Up!, turn microphones into dynamite and light shit up, like an MG34 on a tripod, Terabyte Terrorists inside of your iPod, turning Krylons into pipe bombs, nylon covered face in an undercover base, non-latex gloves, turning drugs into bass, Google Space can't trace me, don't make moves hastily, it's all in due time, my lethal mind is basting.
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I enter the castle, TriForce Delta, lace cyborgs with the sword of Zelda, engage MindWar on them corps. (corpse) that help ya', and blast through the doors of your cardboard shelter, I'll kelp ya', have you sleeping in corral, pushing up fresh floral, submersed in hot oil....
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Its the cycle of life, the seed of the universe, the Goddess of Love, the Earth and the Sun, the things that you deserve...
I could see passed the Point of Deception, as I walk amongst these Angels and Demons, living breathing infections, the Fortress has been Digitized for them Masons of this Fast Food Nation to tax you with no exemptions, I decrypt the Da Vinci Code and unfold the dimensions, and form the Blue Pearl within neuro extensions, my internal search engines, when I spit the first sentence, I dig deep within the Gnosis of psychosis with High Voltage when the minds focused, my rhyme dosage; prescribed when I wrote this, apply dopness eachtime that I flow this, my spine pulses when it senses danger, with ultraviolet lazer and infrared neuro, spit the interferon, the anti-venom serum, best had equip and get your gear on.
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My crew rock fresh with the tools we flex, make moves, pay dues, spit the truth correct, break loose and induce, and infuse direct, main vein through the neck when the juice inject, I wreck beats like streets; can't lose a step, Dentine when I breathe, leaving music blessed, while your fans lose interest, I boost success, X-Ray on the rhyme, burning through your flesh, I press elevator up and the roof is next, I'm like; "helicopter out", but they're using nets, my blades cut through their webs leaving humans dead, rhyme knife throwing expert, take one to the head...
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