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in your shadow
But lit by the passing of sparks

I wake up from a deep winter blackout
And I see all the summer creeps crawling out

I swear to god
Everyone's telling you
To let go of what you're holding to
It's too late, too far
You're too small, it's too hard
Throwing water on that spark
the whole world hope
There’s no impossible, nothing we can’t face
The tallest mountains are moved by a seed of faith
Come together, don’t you know that you’re
you understand
You're lyrically handicapped
I'm strapped, ready for combat, and all that
Whatcha sayin mean faces resemble wrecked cars
So unwrinkle
your head held high
Right about now
You got to move
Don't let this moment pass you by
This is your time
You got to move
If you're ready or not
of me
That I did not think existed
But thinking again remembering hard times
Cause am I forsaken
Forsaken by gods
But this still is my battle
I am
whole family
This technique that we speak seeps inside the devil's teeth
Now you're body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest
Stop the lyin, all
of the iron mic, it's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
When the gods get on to perform storms blew up
Wu's up, causin
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh

If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
They say it takes some time to find the one you're meant for
I spent that time in stranger's beds
Had my mom pick me up at 5:30 in the morning
whiskey in your liver

Duel of the Iron Mic, it's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
when the Gods get
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track
you're standin' in the storm
Abandonin' the norm, and handlin' the harvest
Measurin' the worth by the depth of the hardship
I welcome all the hatred you
womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on, I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
Let's put the crown where it's at
10 years
Never been done this real by nobody

To my seed, May I lead you into no greed or evil
In the categories
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
Nobody sees tears when you're standing in a storm
Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome
a badboy grime remix then just give me or Skepta the P, safe!
You hype too much, but I don't see you fight too much
That's why you're not liked too much
to be
And who in the world is she trying to please
Suddenly ignited by a spark I hear my Savior’s voice speaking right to my heart
“Don’t give up now,
aint gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling
of pure energy

[ VERSE 3: King Sun ]
Have you not heard that your word shall be bond
You're wicked and weak, so I don't speak to warn
A perpetrator
a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright
whiskey in your liver

Duel of the Iron Mic, it's the fifty-two fatal strikes!

This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear
when the Gods get
passion
Every ghetto needs a Thugs Mansion

A place where death doesn't reside, jus' thugz who collide
Not to start beef but to spark trees, no cops rollin'