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| (feat. B-Real) [Planet Asia] Yo, slap-box 52, hand combat, man down Now you getting treated like a liquid youth Pearl handle, black ruger popping up It's the return of the Trench Coat Mafia You got a clique but I bet they won't die for ya Last nigga that fronted I moved more Khadafi them I'm busting lead in, Armageddon, God is seven Top of the dome is embedded I set it, step in the realms and get sweat it My foes get beheaded, live wit no edits, shred it Negative thoughts about the G-O-D you betta dead it Cuz that's bad credit All night me on the mic is athletic High heights seeing my sight is like heaven Fire fly, flying higher flights a bad weather Whateva, get it together, my neck leather Once again welcome to the f**king next level Metal plus nada, stretch limousine Machine guns running up wit 26 fillings f**k everything tho, we fight for the children (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x Ten steps - draw - who want war? Raise your swords and prepare for the Lords Running around like 'Lions In the Forrest' But we came to conquer the lands just like wars [Planet Asia] I'm throwing blind guillotines for Philistine Came wit an iller team to run up in ya castle and kill ya King I'm doing my thing, dance wit the Lord in the rain Standing firm in the square like Butterbean I'm hotter then Shambhala Draw swords, perform makada Rude boy shot up the top dolla I'm not a fake ass that's not solid I got it, to say I'm the hottest is just modest My asses could melt down anything So anything in my lane mane, I'm killing it Two bottles of jewels, once spooned an ignorant It's the vigilant spit, chemist is injuring Any chump wanna act bigger then I --- Is getting victimized and that's minimum Emcees who wanna compete, I'll take ten of 'em Clowns in the streets want heat, I got dillinger's And that's how it really goes Soak if I'm really wit it And stop looking at the mothaf**king videos Choose yo weapon, my tools is lesson True connection, wrong, you lost all your profession (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x [B-Real] Let the rhythm hit 'em, chew 'em up, spit 'em out Get 'em out, let's see if the barrel will fit in his mouth Hear the lion roar, watchu crying for? Don't let the hot gates open the iron door I'm the king of the jungle, so ready to rumble Gun shots put the room on humble I flip beats and make the words tumble And flip bricks and not sleep on a bundle Claiming you raw off the chain, homie I'm off the board Dunk in yo face; I'm the Lord of War I'm so much more; you bitches will neva step up I neva let up, you f**kas will neva get up Ice in my veins, ice on my chains I'm nice in the lane, think twice 'fore you range Shoot around like Tice in the game, you crap out Break your bones when I make you tap out (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x |
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