's not going to end Take stock in the master plan Place bets on an empty hand Empire has a leg to stand Holy Roman style The poison from a holy grail
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The world's not gonna end Get stuck in your master plan Place bets on an empty hand Empire has a leg to stand Holy roman style A poison from a holy grail
with the fish, Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit, Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids and connect 'em voice
, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second
eye of the storm, through this soldier Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get Now
, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin
my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin People
