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| 5:18 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:15 | 
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(feat. Black Thought)
Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don You wasn't payin attention I'm henchin to hit the entrance Trenchin it was no means to intervention A dollar bill would make a hundred ten yen, son How much you willing ta sacrifice ta win, huh? I personally I paid mines And then some climbed up an inch bit at a time Now who's the zen one If not self whom else can you depend on? Friends gonna say it's alright and probably they been wrong I got them battlefield dents in my armor A twitch from the drama The trees and bad karma But still I'm precision, proceedure performer We operate every night, and leave in the morning Ta getchoo high as a kyte's the reason you want it It's like a direct flight from freezin ta burnin hot shit The audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel locked in position It got to be my man, the turntable tactician You all at hush cause I ain't try to listen You wanna feel its realness, the Rik's spittin It gotcha head split your eyes can't stop twitchin The only thing that you can do is rock the rythm Don't put em down Cause see the world we're at now See me lickin rhymes, rappin like a five of rounds And a you now ain't true to find the zenfinite sound and a The revolution poppin off right now I make you rase your fist, raisin up right Raise your fist that busted the flag like blahhh The f**k boy nigga's trying ta keep it on the hush But Black Thought spittin cause the people want a rush your feel It's what the audience fiend fa this fix And KRUSH come wit the guillotine fa this mix lie... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don Yo, I got the renissance, turn of the century Choked + I'ma do the people right If y'all gimme the vote Finna ride, hang em high KRUSH, gimmie the rope See all them porcelain chin Niggas gettin em broke One at a time, na let's focus on who the don When your blade's sharp as mine People want you to rhyme They want you ta spill Fa me ain't nuttin for real Me and my man runnin Japan We're tough on the wheel He blow ya mind like bustin the steel I give the crowd something ta feel The sound got the power to heal It's like the Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill A 1/4 of a kill ta burn while patrillin the field I'm puttin rappers out cold I done rap from Tokyo to the North Pole Whenever my man program the passcode Drummers se the 5th And yo, KRUSH come wit a gullotine fa this mix, like... Line for line, you gotta get it done Little at a time, Zen approach Gradually, I'ma get mine Black Thought from the legendary 5th don |
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| 3. |
| 5:39 |
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| 4. |
| 5:59 |
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| 5. |
| 4:26 |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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You've got a very soft vision of art
You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards When KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faceless Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces Ashamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred) Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right) I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight The part that reflects light, my razorblade kite F**k it..the rugged word, my immortal beloved Got you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shit Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally (jesus this shit is giving me a headache, man) What a difference indifference can make My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline f**k ya soundbombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as: Stab em through the nipples with their own bitchy as rimshots I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch So much slower than the whole scenery seems Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building Time to build time to be brazen with can rasing The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes This is nervous unnerving wordshit reported Fortnights of journey through Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom The laugh track's added to the last cat shit on The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds Falling down, trample the trespass sound Ample disress, amp'll get loud as terrets From banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphone Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade And become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicit The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings To those with false motion All potions, pour to parched hearts open Casted out, sold out in the open DJ f**kin Len'll leave the boom box dead DJ F**kin KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture Learning disabilities spring from the scene Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations FM is just femenin breaks on rotation Company Floww hold the mic naked Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine style I enter like Asian, demented and god-like Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure Eat at that, bodies of martars and pump action Technospawn the last long-cock rhymer Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon Get with it, get got or got missing. You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards |
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| 4:45 |
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| 8. |
| 6:12 |
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(feat. N'Dea Davenport)
Reason Is there any reason Why my heart must now understand We had the fire so many times Changes like the season Convinces me That we've come to an end But your love was undescribable Woo ooh, woo ooh, woo ooh, woo ooh Woo ooh, woo ooh, woo ooh, woo ooh And as I watch I see before my eyes The truth is my reality My emotions are high And I'm at the risk of falling again Right now everything's on the line Being alone is not what I prefer But I've got to face this feeling With grace I will step aside But if you're in need, Holler and I'll be round Holler, holler, holler Holler, holler, holler Please don't try To make me less than I am Let's not drag it out anymore With grace I will gladly remove myself With grace I'm all too willing 'Cause being alone is not what I prefer But I've got to face this feeling With grace I will step aside But if you're in need Holler and I'll be round With grace I will step aside But if you're in need Holler and I'll be round Holler, holler, holler Holler, holler, holler With grace I will step aside But if you're in need Holler and I'll be round But if you're in need Holler and I'll be round But if you're in need Holler and I'll be round |
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| 6:26 |
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| 10. |
| 6:32 |
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| 11. |
| 4:24 |
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| 12. |
| 5:35 |
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