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

[dom pachino, p.r.

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

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Yo wha, yo
We be the of circuference,
My thought cant behold body, mind control
For the key to shit, kid
Examin the imposter, group of a
My team be like a roster, you lobster
You break the of all the ?
Cut the tongues off all the
Just one may cost ya, the price of ya life
I should always think twice, remember always think
Because mistake may be away kid
So the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo

Aiyoo, straight up and
Dont even that type of shit around me
You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya
Quick fast, faster the eye blink, so why think
You could amongst the, livest mc's
And d-o-d's I run with,
And my thoughts with
To elevate to 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
a nice one, grave the vest-a
To track a ? may get bloody, ugly
Dippin in mud, my gonna love me
a mic, look into the sunshine way above me
Hold my forehead, today had my daily
Shared it with you, sure my fans are always fed

sin]

Yo I'm wrestiln moves,
My headlocked into submission,
While are lickin
Pickin crops of intuition,
Yo my brain starts to change shorts are (what)
Names in vain, court physical force of unexplained
For the battle of my in the night light
This nigga grab a mic
Strike a flash of dynamite, right
So figure this, killa get
A lyricist attackin the track like ? of villages

Run, we still pillagin