[Chorus: eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We our pyros tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
One: Jise One] I seek the meek that shall inherit the means of life Degenerate intermedial, words, sell it for half trife Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get here) Shiest heads, get on knees! Roll over like you were dice Splice my words, my conscience It's the hell with peasants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives Relative to the back of my Stripping my face mash meat bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street Quiet niggas to We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to Live ass niggas who but then run Somebody's son that die young himself "dunn"
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[Verse Q-Unique] Illimination of whole generation next Cover your span in a deep breath and took three easy One son in awe questionin his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was morphed into gigantor" Crowds gatherin enquirin minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more thoughts than psycho Under hand suspects check for a coast influenced an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Campos Except to connect and to the next sector Take the light, you shine and it back like a bike reflector Move with the word, the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer on
[Verse Three: Boogie] Wondering murder it was, no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm knives and illin Doing my people favors and lives by killin me hero, my body resume is jam pack Startin a war, you either stand up or back This man's wack, out of his crane, just do he says to do want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you I'm a psychopath, sickest of the Tickin bomb, ready to blast, man cleanin the trash but get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease what I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs
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