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f/ Miz

Intro: The Damaja

In the when hip hop was strong
The Supahuman Klik ruled the
Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in
The lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik
Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz
I think she can describe it how she better

Marvel
Thought I disappeared now that the has cleared
I come from with inabitions, face to face with fears
While shootin stars wishing that I can my gears

So I raise my glass eye, I to that, say cheers
And let the fire water away the tears, burn like salt
On open wounds, thoughts consume all
Give birth to these rhymes like an oral
Uhh, positive throughout the galaxy
Time to switch to reality, make proper
for the of fatalities
It's the same for that stuck with that slave mentality
Or wack ass rappers, they got no originality
But my mentality, helps me travel around the
gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity
It like everyone was after me
Three's a nasty girl Vanity
niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity
Ain't got no friends, with me is family
If they standing next to me, nothing's what it to be

Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no for idol questions
If is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions
Of the blessings, lessons to be learned
had to be earned and not given

On the fourth of them but not amongst the men living
Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be
no turning back the hands of time,
when past spirits have

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Black, black,

verbal, power, verbal,

{Miz
Power of the moon and the force of a sonic
Help me heel like wounds, to that shit I'm immune
We thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the
I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back soon
O-o-oh

To strike the deathblow, continue a never ending flow
And all pro, position, like a crossbow

Friend or foe, gas go from C.E.O. to skid row
See the toxic green flow, poison waters overflow
Paint a mental picture, Michaelangelo
Words pierced with the sting of a
Beats mad bong, to collapse the Walls of

Overflow and explore, I hope you got blunts rolled
'cause this is the same, no which zip code
My pro, bitches is robbed,
suckin the diamonds out ear lobe
I keep it like a barcode of Illuminati
And fight these devils with the Code of Hammurabi

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{Miz
I with magnum force, send you on a collision course
With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high
While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their born
Never sworn not to make the same as there parents

Written on there face, time worn sharpen a poison desert storm

Step on month Capricorn, quiet storm
Jeans and boots my everyday
Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever a form
Hell have a fury like a scorn
My strife to perform, I struggle to break the norm

Give me any platform and I perform lyrical storms
I make it hot, you keep it luke
hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned

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Lot of people, other groups aware of these consciousness
Virtually to defend against (repeated over and over)