everything We survived the battles that we fought Choices that we make And paths that we choose Define just what we are The battles that we won And the battles
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this mic That's all I'm asking baby How come the new millennium brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle
Avoid the light - i (spoken) (...) Modern day plague. stronger than any and every virus, disease, or Sickness. Full eclipse, (of body emity.) Anti-christian
dropping, weeping Avoid the light Overt your sight Go underground discreetly Alone, unseen, reborn, receieve It's a battle of wills (it's a battle of
than a song or two I'm a tyrant, I'm like an iris in my empire You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the hiney virus Dead a verse, I got more bars
distant early warning The fire?s imminent, pollution gathering dust particles Funneling through smokestacks Airwaves, bandwidth, disinformation tube fed Check the labels, delete the virus
from boogie down to Bangalore It¡A?s universal Whether blue or purple Black or white Light brown It¡A?s not about skin But B-boy battles
winnin' out instead Well, I heard it on the news They're selling everything they can And the American flag Is manufactured in Japan They're fightin' battles
your crew in to exactly who done it Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion Optimized computerization virus
unintentional malice Wanna battle one of us is endin up in god's palace Doubt my shit's official, the megatron missile Bio-computer virus with flesh
chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold and they eventually sold Their life and times, deadly like the virus
clash with cyanide gas and die fast Rythmical equivalent of solids, liquids and gas We smash your science, with the power of Lord Titus But I am the virus
Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus
real nigga You know we rip it up, hit the mic like a virus We never hide this, unique rhymes styles is righteous Who wanna battle, which rapper thinkin
get some infrared dot com Who's your idle suicidal recital never take my title 'Cuz what I know, crows never see like a shadow In a battle, my head move
pan out? On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest THEN FEED a needle into battling to mute the