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* originally on the "New York to Paris" compilation[Timbo King]Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a paradeA dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aidMedical, Royal goverment, the federalKnight to King-Bishop 3, my move is jettin youIt`s actual, a scientist that`s graftin youWhat you think? That`s the question that I`m asking youBomb material, you die from the radiationRoyal Fam/Ill Base, what? AffiliationCollision, crashing niggaz like a test dummyAccident/meant to happen, you rest uglyDressed in armorment, fight like barbariansSlaughtering heads, we got connections with the aliensRoyal, down to Earth like soilFour-fifty farenheit, I make the mic boil[Dark Denims]My raps slaughter everything just like Jemel the poetBring the light, I be the king to knight when I swing the micYou grow wings of flight like Nike AirsBeware, I might tear through your right ear with a nightmareGrow white hairs on your cranium cuz I`m draining `emStainin `em, steel is titaniumBrutalize computer guys that utilize the disticsSnap their necks like dipsticks for wearing lipsticksBlends quick like defence, sylabbles in sequenceIntents to bomb police precinctsForceful instructor, reality conductorPuncture the structure of corruptorsLyrical master, I blast until your disasterFaster than Nasa, get ghost like CasperAfter that, flip off tracks like an acrobatPhat raps thats cleaner than clothes out of a laundry matMe and Timbo leave rappers in limboVocal crescendo blows your style out the windowDamn, brothas is foul like spoilled hamOil grams, the Royal Fam eating up your ground like the oil man[True Master]When you least expect is when I attackInfact, your format is not yet suitable for combatStill desendent factions in the kingdomCampaign desperate attempts to take you freedomsEmphatically, wack stratagies don`t impress meImpulsiveness`ll bring a fucking tragedy, test meDescent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flipFuckin with this royal assembly, his majesty summoned meThe Chief Administrator of the LawTrue Master of this hardcore Art of WarI explore the depths of conflict with no pretensefound the best strategy, the most aggressive defenseSo when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your forceand exhaust your supplies, don`t send for reinforcementsGive orders for men to maintain they respective bordersor it`s a god damn slaughter[Stoneface]Yo, my technical terms is like bacterial germsSimpirials learned, gats get serious burnsYou managed the damage, lyrical skills left your brain banishedYour soul vanished, but your body`s on the same planetDown some foruty`s, hoodies, fatugies, Timbs and shortiesButtoned up Tommy`s, captured your boat low and naughtyThe life I`m living, giving material religionsSlugs in vision, not a nasty but fast dicisionSleek, we creap, tight, deep like a coalitionThey`ll be more visions, the specialists, medics, morticiansI hit your business, get your position an attorneyI`m on this journey, heaven or hell don`t concern meWalk through your mental, cancel styles with magnetic weaponsKenetic sinister, minister of theories and epicsMy flow`s wet like oral sex in a skin flickMack ten`s flip, advantage, flip and start to trim shitYour rim`s split, gat, big pump, you have toBullets passing the draft, blasting one, will catch youMinds deserted, kick rhymes, nines is burstingCrimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses

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