Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen And when we on the mission, call your mortician Join the party, I
ts the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide Worldwide, your highness, the finest Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners After these dinners, go out and represent us We got antennas, scanners and satellites To see if you battle right, we got to bite Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom Some haters dont learn til you leave lead in em See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds Foe to mighty one, its the mighty son Fuck dying echoes
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Don Mega echoes [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]