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For some warriors, the answer is in an instant, their
Instincts point them only one way. the becomes undeniable, and
Apocylptic.

pachino, p.r. terrorist]

I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike at night
Food for thought, down a fort
Up in the port of last seen giving stitches,
Grab the can by ? crucifix, his actin superstitious,
One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his
And one to get close, I got the toast
And I'm firin, blood gushin,
Still off the war potion

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Yo wha, yo
We be the of circuference,
My thought cant body, mind control substance
For the key to shit, kid
the imposter, group of a uh-life's
My team be deep a roster, you lobster
You break the of all the ?
Cut the off all the snakes
one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life
I always think twice, remember always think twice
mistake may be comin away kid
So wake the fuck up, yo the fuck up, yo

Aiyoo, straight up and
Dont bring that type of shit around me
You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya
Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why
You could amongst the, livest mc's
And that I run with,
And my thoughts with
To to higher standard as I landed,
But never stranded as the God p.r. apprehended
suspects on the set

[dom
doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin,
Stay plottin, yesterday wake, shoppin
Caught a nice one, the vest-a
To track a ? that may get bloody,
Dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna me
a mic, look into the sunshine way above me
Hold my forehead, had my daily bread
it with you, make sure my fans are always fed

[killa

Yo I'm pullin moves,
My headlocked into submission,
While are lickin
Pickin through of intuition,
Yo my brain starts to change are strange (what)
Names brought in vain, court force of unexplained
For the of my life in the night light
This nigga a mic tight
Strike with a of dynamite, right
So figure this, killa get
A lyricist supremicist attackin the track ? of villages

Run, we still pillagin