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Lucha monk killin' rhymes like a phantom, proach em
A proper motivation shifts my way to live on
Da truths are ugly then were born dead already
Resurrected from laboratory zombie colony
Cuz I walk trough the valley of the shadow of death
Then pay my homage to god and prophets love and respect
Im just another lamb, jailed like Dufraigne, rollin' a herb
Got me broken hand stuck on this game guided by greatest shepherd
Face the fate same fame bust in different level
Dealin' wit the same game but just different devil
'Street Rebel', how they labeled my attitude
I wont verbal my gratitude, from how this system does look
It took me while to see the cosmic as blasphemy
Same roots run the planet changing history
5 centuries workin' to washin your brain
Cuz now that finally 7 sins covered 7 heavens
So pick your poison! Or rather f*ck up this crap, boy life was a bet when you put higher stakes
Love causes war either love or you hate
The revolution of my mental state till my line gon flat! FLOPPED in the land of hip hop
Determined from a thought take down those heels from the top
Held the truth as the trust, blooms the wild godetia Horatio 
We sparkdala to the death of Ophelia! From here I could burry y'all
 
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Cuz Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete, like no shit 
Your hoe moshpitted my dick, U.G.O. draggin' casket "from here I could burry y'all"
Motherfucker 
Bitch got go to sleep, Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a pistol pete like y'all click! 
Chicks moshpitted my dick "from here I could burry y'all"
(Massive Fields, ComboTrial)

From the lord's lap, we bust gats, yo crosscheck the flow
This is luchador, hate the concept, respect the show
FUN FACT
These cats still waitin' off ma cum-back, these scumbags swangin' the project
Junglin' moped, travel in no men's land, exhausts you like a body-slam 
Cuz every consequences cost you like a boomerang 
I spit that Orang-Utang slang, and rock the cubicle, pop dat pharmaceutical
Get clowned, get down, get doctor, shit bussiness as usual
I front that ritual, if fame took your soul to the devil's chain for exchange
The pain of slavery when everybody needs money, expense of white men industry
The game would neva be the same, would never be sustained at da land of democracy
My minority, got bullied on vast majority, as da last authority that still kept your glass empty
The lost prophecy, and the ghost of philosophy, to da voice of epiphany 
They never listenin, nail in the coffin, as we slowly turn be one of them
Tryna' hit the joint but they prisoned us a system
Fore' we get the point, now the sun rises on western
Yo, so count your blessings tho', lets find that peak of your struggle
End this blood sweat and tears man by a shovel, I raise my knuckles screamin' loud
'TALK THE TALK', 'WALK THE WALK', bitch I refuse to fuel the diesel 
"POP YOUR GLOCK THEN"

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Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete, like no shit
Your hoe moshpitted my dick, U.G.O. draggin' casket "Pop your glock then"
Modafucker 
Bitch got go to sleep, Massive Fields spittin' bullet like a Pistol Pete like y'all click 
Chicks moshpitted my dick 
"Pop your glock theen" 
Hip hop till the end

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