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sparkle from the marking beast
It's Baphomet that marked a priest and passed decree
New world order pass my RPG and my armour please
Command and conker

It's all fake news 'till they print your obituary
It's all fake news 'till they print your obituary
It's all fake news 'till they print your obituary

under our command
We're done with the old ways
Here comes a new age
Feel no fear of a world
Unsafe and unsound
Not while Ren has the crown
All the server

had time
What can I say
So when the server's up in flames
You'll know who to thank
Oh, isn't it obvious
With all the riches that I can claim
They'll

We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
The fine print
Uh
Ill

power
And the priest will get a car
I supply the demand
Make up sums and print on command
Buy and sell with the wave of my hand
Make up sums and print

Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
I'm really

music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers
I'm really like that, I

hip-hop shit

Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers

of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they
Wipe they prints off they hammers
I'm really like that
I ain't just write this shit for

the new server
Thixo lezi zitha zingithathela phansi
Kwa Ludonga, asoze bangiyekele phansi
Ngihamba ne nkosi, ngihamba nabonke abaphansi
Mina ngiyaguqa,

The Symphony

Big Daddy Kane

In Control, Vol. 1

1988

Server-to-sucker: the order is manslaughter
Another rapper, g rap wrecks, he's rated x, to mean the boy is sex, next
The amplifier gets used and abused, pumps so

Everyone wants to look over your shoulder
Everywhere a cookie is sneaking on you
Everything you do is logged onto a server
It doesn't even matter if

Initialize reality
This command can't be stopped

Pop-pop-pop, pop up, an error
As cycling, spiraling gears halt up
La, la, la, lock up the server
It's

you'll see

One, two, three, four
My finger on the trigger and a gun in my hand, pistol whip like a chain of command
Teach you a lesson while I'm doing my

ain't seen a drought
Big platinum cards you know what's that's about
Black girls we knock outs
Blue print showing the routes
They mimic us they fanned out

back, don't waste time
I love you like you one of my sons (ah)
Make sure you wearin' gloves when you load them drums
Make sure you wipe the prints

on the bed 
And then you had me in the back room you did everything I had in my head 

Love notes flowers picked by hand 
Lord knows your wish is my command

me and not a soul had raised they hand
Who running these streets my gang be marching like a band
Since I started this shit I only go on my command
I

Mandela, Ali 
Email server, Iraq sequel, Beiber-Fever, Wi-fi 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning since the world's been turning 
We didn't

""server ta cheio, quer ver?""

OPA ESSA NÃO! postaram outro textão
um print de uma conversa do discorcelular
ai que coisa chata, nao quero nem ver
alguem

shit
Knew I was hustler before
Hov dropped the Blueprint
Now a days designer labels
All over my shoe print
I remember wanting it
Now I got it and it

on the mattress
Applying for jobs writing these songs
Tryna see what the map says
I miss them days when we would print out Map quests
Eight hour drives to see

and pissed!
I'm swinging on niggas who swinging they dicks
Yea, they mad that I'm swinging my hips
I'm a magician, I make it do tricks
Bitch I'm a server, come