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Insane Poetry Jihad




[Intro: CYCO]
Gladiator Music!
Yeah, nigga, yao
Niggas still ain't f..cking with me
Ya niggas still ain't taking my crown off my head, bitch!
Yaaaoo
Sutter Kain, nigga! Insane Poetry!
C'mon! King of the f..cking white people
Motherfucker! Yeah, y'all done f..cked up now
We came here to take back whats ours, motherfucker!
Who started this shit!? You f..cking faggots!
Now bow the f..ck down!

[Verse 1: CYCO]

Now journey inside my lyrical catacombs
Wrestle style, snap your bones
In ? in half ? niggas in skin ? I been ? of beef with a N-B ? in me
Of a human specimen, back to the graveyard the spot his next to ?
Not Special Ed, ? the man for the murder who's got the fourth power
You can kill me, but I'll be back within a hour
See it's my lyrical catacombs you're following
Swallowing my patterns like my shadow
Will any of y'all like to battle? I don't think so
? them, niggas like
E 40 but not with game for that insane shit, that raising pain shit
Leaving your brain with tumors
Rumors that I was wack, have been squashed
So nigga get out my way, I'm blasting more parts
? but these ain't ? box my vocals bust like peacocks, and half these niggas
Bleed like they from treetops (cause?)
I shoot niggas up like heroine
And busting up kneecaps with bats
Serial killer Afro American!

[Chorus: CYCO]

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber! I'm a white ? corrupt and on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!
You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber! I'm a white ? corrupt and on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

[Verse 2: CYCO]

It's the new urban legend with a thirst, the ? weapons putting cheese in that wind box
To ? a curse blessing, not from your church ? I'm king of Merk ? he is a false
Professor ? in the earth heaven, I ? of circuits, gods of war with a appetite to bring
Armageddon with verses, I'm a carnivore on a track, and a ? fresh meat then
Speak the words of my 7 deadly sins, shoot this pickle jar I have your ? wicked
Sports Q-E-S-P-N witness! The black magic of a ? sentence! Suicikick war, nigga
Check me in, Vengeance! it's a muscle boat to practice religion, when I know they about to
Savage ? Christians listen! I'm on a mission just to let them talons blow Psycho!
Insane poet black Edgar Allen Poe!

[Chorus: CYCO]

You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber! I'm a white ? corrupt and on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!
You going inside the mind, inside the mind, inside the mind!
Of a suicide bomber! I'm a white ? corrupt and on my back
Is a backpack strapped with a bomb!

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