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I radiate excellence, stay strong as exoskeletons Murder with elegance, rollin' deeper than a herd of elephants Stampeding, deleting, eating anything before me And the story, um… catastrophic in every category Every battle's gory orry, trap 'em in the laboratory Laparoscopic surgery while I'm faded, pass the forty Slap a corny rapper for me, unfortunately for you I'm in the studio studyin' how to brew a human stew Cannibalism a little, live a lightly salt and peppered All your records get rejected, ejected and disrespected Every effort is "Ef-it", fuck it without the edit Rewind and write it down on paper if you still don't get it Foes on shit, leave all of ya protons split Turn ya whole skull red like you was Johann Schmidt Hoes on the dicks beggin' me to blow it her tits Get below me, better blow me or I'll blow ya to bits It the midst of the sinners will emerge a Messiah To murder these liars and light all of their words on fire Every verse and flow is like first and goal Cover the earth with snow, words that curse ya soul Read from cursive scrolls and scribble raps in calligraphy Biblically belssin' you, bliggity-blow, then destroy you physically Phonographic devices are vital to reverse vinyl For devil music, recitals and soldiers load up your rifles Please try to act hard but you won't get far SongtextePump the true fist of the North Star Catch a bullet scar no matter who ya are Pump the true fist of the North Star Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist of the North Star I got some shit in store, horse manure, [IOSiX?] Saw the future; I exist, born to rule with iron fists Got the shortest fuse, I'm warnin' you the fires lit And all of you are dyin' if I'm forced into retirement When I decide to quit I'll morph into a scientist And build a cyborg who thrives off computer viruses Send him back in time on that Goonies pirate ship He'll construct the pyramid and draw my crew in hieroglyphs From the kind of shit I heard y'all been misinformed Its Mike Tyson's Mysteries, you birds talkin' is the norm I hate you rappers every verse off ya list of songs My dick givin' chicks anal… a turn off when shit is on Shitted on for the shit you're on, then I'm gone Sketchin' each Yosemite Sam gun, my pistols drawn If that’s the case then actin' fake is what you bitches want You did it wrong, arms and missiles launch, use a wizard's wand Sippin' D.O.M. with Lil Jon up in a haunted house Bitches on the intercom and Biggie sittin' on the couch Hypnotized by Beyoncé rippin' off her blouse Gettin' finger popped with her titties in Rihanna's mouth I'm about to get ruthless I'll kick in doors, weapons drawn When heads are on some bullshit like Minotaurs [Rich…?] I'll act stupid and immature Bipolar and might cause the blueprint for civil war Please try to act hard but you won't get far Pump the true fist of the North Star Catch a bullet scar no matter who ya are Pump the true fist of the North Star Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist, pump ya fist like this Pump the true fist of the North Star This is madness! The fists of the North and South aren't ever supposed to fight! You know that! Perhaps that was true once, but now rules are meaningless. Defend yourself! Soldiers pump ya fist. This that punch you in the face and fuck your girlfriend type shit. Apathy. Diabolic. Sleeper Cell motherfucker. Fuck ya! Pump the true fist of the North Star Pump the true fist of the North Star Pump the true fist of the North Star With the correct formula, any human being can be enlightened Aus Songtexte Mania