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in yo body
That's the way we like to feel
Hit the throttle go full auto
Come to terms we strike a deal
Grab the bottle take a swallow
Molly water flood

the heart gone mad to much
Sorrow the swords might clash
Forward to the past
I finally might crash
Lost at Bermuda seas
Or decease off of the gas
Hollow body

Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold

Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous
Ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millennium
Killa Beez sold

don't use gloves
Still puttin' semi's in auto's
Only if I squeeze it, I press that clutch
My friends got life for a body
And they ain't sorry, free up

And the people in the basement didnt have a bruise
Steel columns turned to dust But I don't even trust
The video to be honest, So we'll never know
Whered

my ride, got em laughin while I bang Screw
Call my day 1 homies, tell em they can come too
Coyote Ugly girls dancin on the bar
Body shots left

7
Records lost in 9/11
People's Temple, Costco Kevin
MK Ultra, Gates of Heaven
MLK, JFK
RFK, Malcolm X
Goldwater bomb range bodies hid from

to chill
And to me that's never real i see the envy in them still
So the steel never left me in fact its next to me still
Trust in all my dogs on this rider

you gotta get the mega men, if you gotta girl here get the ultra mega then 

Tell me bout your goals, I can help you conquer them, and if you wanna save

Just Blowin' in the Wind

RZA

The Man with the Iron Fists [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2012

magic, hocus pocus
Auto focus memory, like the Canon 7D
Sharing heaven with my brethren, laying up with seventy
Persian virgins made for splurging, for

Breakdown steel Banglez
Presents breakdown

I know what you really is
Everyone wants to be the greaziest
You might think that them man are hard
But

Backstreet

Anthony David

As Above So Below

2011

the thing you need son, if you really want to win
Sun light sparkles on his gold fronts as he makes this evil grin
Take a walk on down to my crib then let

grave and I rot
Yeah I keep the flow for real
Nigga they don't hold no steel 
You already know like oh well 
Yeah yeah
Ballin' like Shaquielle O'Neal

was poppin drakes n totin' K's way b4 the Trey
Pop a perky like my daddy let it flow throughout my body
Should I pop this nigga with the semi auto

a veteran in life 
And on the mic 
Dog tags and steel toed boots 
Will put out your lights 
You're like I can't see 
Then stop moving 
The same way we do