Key: Bb major
Intro 1
Em
G
C
G
C
G
C
Verse 1
B
The final exam captivates incredible masses,
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afflips and incitrates passive tenses as governments
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just down the crinches.
In a few years you and my peers will flip
dollar bill marks to credit card strips, the
The most usefulness out
of you is fertilized
penance
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B
Six feet to zero,
chances
and skull plates
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too late for respect and personal vir gin
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Automatic on your person
First question to the city
streets
Where everyone's got metal chests
From supposedly the city's best
Or finest, I know they've
killed the divinest
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We now pack nines to prepare for
all -out warfare
Between me and you,
and between us and them
next shit in sequence
Jive
Jews be delinquent, so speak when
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B
Israeli then hail me
from the end to fin my pen
Decide who wins, new world,
new age of man
Died with technical futility,
B
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as it rose, it rose like
Jelen
And became one with
Chris, and now with five days of moves
New world, mind fool,
New world, new niggas
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B
New world, new world, niggas
All of it
hip -hop words
my mind from vision
Upon leaving my gate,
my float turns to levitate
My burns on life, turns on nuances
tunnels within half an inch
you need to rhyme
Get trapped by your own rhyme, my
station frequencies
the healthy for breath
And die for less than what
they try to loot me for
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B
For the non -final rhinos gold hip -hop tapes
You try to lose yourself, you can't escape,
Match a word with your final minute,
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no longer
what hurts worse than no feeling
Rehearse the reaction for
when death happens
No gasping,
If you could have one before you none
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B
Feel primal like recitals, no spinals
E
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No delusions, joints tightening up
When there's no concrete
for streets
There's no conventional weapon for heat
You weren't prepared, sleep
C
Way too many tools, too many different views
G
C
One world can be ruled by one fool
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G
Way too many tools, too many different views
trapped in the night?
Way too many tools,
Slip the nose through the
B
G#m
B
Pack into four plus one power refined
Divine rhymes from timelines
Never even if you try sometimes
That's why you keep asking,
I'm back with
Taz in
R .I mode
Flippin' codes through scripts
Hopin'
God blesses the soul children
with flows buildin' up
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And minds to stop blocks with body rocks,
but tight spots got blown
When I grabbed the microphone,
my throne is
Crone
King
New
York, back to
Borgobolus
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Build a bird, perps, clinch fist, because
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I miss my graph, writin' in past life and got bad timing,
it doesn't matter
Infinite rhymes when these got deleted
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I still beat it with cop's clock and stop
watchin' at three angles
Cause the cycle still remains,
with no change
Do the math,
it's half past the last day
It's just sun rays and dreams of
Tangier
B
How
G#m
B
Mumbia got screwed, I wasn't in the mood
To fuck around,
so buck em down with the beats
And now the new world greets
The new world greets
The new world greets
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