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¹Catch me in the belly of the beast
World wide in these streets
In the underground
Late night profecting techniques
Im on the one and only Hip Hop station around
Dropen the truth in the booth excution style;
Don’t touch ya dail
I got your woofer straped with c-4
Im back by popular demand
Coming with that hardcore
At cha door
Supplied by watts
Hit ya body like a taser
Leave you right on the spot
Place your body under mind control
Like I robot
Take you to another level
While spectatures watch
The cermony articulate
I stay on the move
Coast to coast
Worldwide
Homie I payed dues
Walk a mile in my shoes
Witness rugged terrain
All evidence liven proof
I Bringing life ta the of the game

(The Hook)
It’s the 3rd coming you thougt it was over
I rip by standers
Send em into achoma
It’s the 3rd coming I said once before
If it’s real hip hop than fans gone want more
It’s the 3rd coming we back in the building
Call the bomb squad
And evacualte children

²Hip hop was on life support
Damn near a flat line
Until I said check one two
And brought it back to life
Like Nas all I need is one mic
Tragic on the cuts and the whole sceans hype
One ryhme equal dollar signs
Like a chain reactions
Spontanious my fans often fill my passion
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Im the voice of the youth
Spitten truth, heavy weight stlyes
Stay bulletproof
Im murcing beats for no cause
Trying na set shit off
Like wars and destruction
Counter attacken ya flaws
I know your every move
You don’t wanna go there
My wolves on top buildings will snuff you out anywhere
You can run but you sure can’t hide
From a 50 caliber
Liqufing ya inside

³Fake mc’sget stocked like pry
Bring em to my world can
You survive the game
On trainning day
Put your mind to the test
On a quest for survival
Your get closer to death
I summon hellstorms and lightning
Like clash of the titians
Mytholical assualt
Like zues the god fighten
I crush advaseries with there own energy
Make back stabbers fill the force of anrchy
Theres only one
With power, ta prove
Get me vexted in contest
I will pop a fuse
Out the dungens of rap and make front page news
Shiften gears into overdrive hitten worp speed
Burn the flesh off my body
My souls TNT
Im bad to the bone not cha average mc
I can make the world stop
Like 9-11 on T.V.
Big soul lets go ya’ll know the name
I answered all question and killed the game
Yadamean!

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