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Hellafied heaven Rank and foul live amongst the rank and file, livid Be the living while legend My limits are alleged Sun is now risen Now engines are revvin' Rebels are reppin' Cats don't know the half but half of the steppin' I doubt that they're down to throw down any second Them clown boys don't make a sound Boring without a weapon They towel boys Ask the cowboy what he wreckin' I could have moved pounds of pedico When hell pounds, but that won't give power to the people Poll prowling, busy profiling my people It's so vile It's something so foul, something fecal A conquest extends upon realms, never charted Where young flesh with color like tar be the target For centuries, before the Red Sea was ever parted As an emcee, I germinate seeds for the harvest For the most part, press doesn't even matter Nodding like Pez dispensers to raise pegs on the ladder For brunts or mumps the husbands hunted and gathered Before a Trump, the billionaire punks was the pattern Letras de cancionesLemme at 'em Yeah Things in Philly don't look good I got scruples Professor professes what's best for my pupils Look at my pupils Big up to marsupials, carryin' fam I move like Maid Marian's man Without nary advanced My nap sack do carry a can I whoop ass whippin' it out, it's hardly a task I'm on path like Road to Damascus All owning the masses Back to the lab, front to the past Which means back to the future you bastards Say what's the happenin's I don't mean up in the Hamptons Nah, I'm not here to share wheels with the hamsters I'm looking for answers I act here on behalf of the hereafter Saint right near the marks Same marks right near the ass, the- Flashes in the pants straight giving me as the Typecast with casted characters Got me more bluer than Captain America Stay coming of age People are like "You the second coming" I'm like "Hey, I'm the first coming of me" Came up uncomfortably And I ain't coming to play And the predators will be coming to prey But things in Philly don't look good Spent three years over your head My name mumbled under your breath Now I'm the boogie man under your bed Terrorizing your village Here to pillage and plunder your bread And everybody raised on wonderbread get a percent During the chorus listen up for Horus battling Set First it's cats fed up with love and rather battle instead And now impersonation's some sort of respect I think that's sort of a stretch Ain't nobody coming off of the head The situation's come to a head C'mon, what the heck ? I give any spin with sonic the hedge I ain't folding under pressure Peep the sound of me pressing reset From Letras Mania