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Head trap, step back as your head gets soft. Wet clap, splat-slap, as your jaw flies off! Save yourself 'cause the world is mine; I'm flippin' serendipitous, wicked, sick - wo - ryhmes. You're witnessing a sign of the times; I - I find the finer kind of the lines. Glass-jaw, class, law: that's a sign of my death; No drugs; never tug a point "o" nine on my breath - like: Sike! - Hey, - Who's that? - New thang, - True slang... Complacent; I grab that still-life and I break it!; Adjacent to bubble-gum rock's where I place it. The basis: Raw dawg salavatious - To taste this you need a new tounge and a raised fist. Displacement. No Trace like a facelift; The pace shift: It's time for the makeshift. Speak now, Speak now. I smell your fear from here... (who) I am! (true) I am! I am the culture killing son of a man - what! No mask, no face, no lies. Speak now!! Speak now!! Sicks Deep philosophy; Rude-rooted spitism. You spit jism; Time for a nickel-bag of ism, Like "NICKEL-BAG, NICKEL-BAG, DIME TO A NICKEL;" Spit a mag; Iron-clad flows for ya simple... ... Minded muthafuckas; Time to get rambunctious; You'll never catch an open-hand slap, it's a shut fist! My will is harder than the force of a fist Ripped off, shot through a cannon, chopped up and shot through clips; I grips... The cup like a beast for the feast; Speak now or forever hold your peace - You're... ... Weak now with your toungue in your cheek; I've got a format for hardcore that wore your soul upon a leash! Like: Sicks Deep, - Raise up! - Blaze up, - Face up! Ya betta face up to the makeshift; I'll lace you with the basement, Don't say shit; Take another dayshift - ha! Slipped, slayed and jaded; Stayed and waited patiently, made new fate and created. Or more simply stated: Throw caution to the wind, kid, It's time for the makeshift. Speak now, Speak now. I smell your fear from here... (who) I am! (true) I am! I am the culture killing son of a man - what! No mask, no face, no lies. Speak now!! Speak now! How the fuck you gonna beat me when I can't be hurt, son?! You don't know what I'm goin' through; With every word... ... That I say, something cries; Angels fall from the sky; 'Cause the slavery of tradition felt a sting in it's eye; And I don't want a mutherfucking little piece of the pie!; I want the whole damn thing; no strings; ask "why?" When there's a beauty in your face, they say "just look," don't ever taste; I'll take that bullshit with it's fucking life! Back up! Back up!!! Back up!!! Back up!!! Back up!!! No time for waitin', feel ya shaking; rude awaking, now! Speak now! Speak now! No time for waitin', feel ya shaking; rude awaking, now! Speak now! Speak now! No time for waitin', feel ya shaking; rude awaking, now! Speak now! Speak now! No time for waitin', feel ya shaking; rude awaking, now! Speak now! Speak now! Speak now! Speak now!!!
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