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Yep, it's the Box 52. Hand combat, man down, now you gettin' treated like A liberal goof. handle, black Ruger, Pop it up. It's the return of the trench Coat mafia. You got a clique? Better bet they won't die for Last nigga that Fronted, I Muad'Dib-ed him. A busalenic, armageddon, end of seven. Top of the hit list, been vetted. I said, "Nigga, step in the realms and get Sweated." My fours beheaded, live with no edits, Credit. Nigga, the thoughts about the G-O-D, You better dead it 'cause that's bad credit. All night, me on the mic is athletic. High, I see 'em, my sight is like heaven. Five by five in flights of bad weather. Whatever, get it together, my neck leather. Once again, welcome to the next level. Metal bus leather, stretched limousines, Machine guns runnin' up with 26 feelings. Fuck everything but we fight for the children. Ten steps raw, who want war? Raise your swords and prepare for the lords. Runnin' around like lions in a forest. And we came to conquer the land just like Moors. Ten steps raw, who want war? Raise your swords and prepare for the lords. Runnin' around like lions in a forest. And we came to conquer the land just like Moors. Grind guillotines for Philistines. Came with the illest scenes to run up in Your castle and kill your king. I form a team, dance with the Lord of The Rings. Standin' firm in square like runner Beams. Top the list, Shot caller. for the quarter tool Top dollar, Whatever. Big L forever, it's not Sonic. I got it the cell, but honest, just violence. Ten steps raw, who want war? Raise your swords and prepare for the lords. Ten steps raw, who want war? Raise Your Swords And Prepare for the lords.