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Behind Closed Doors

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall out

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall outWhat is a scorpion? A animal that stings

I'm like a bat with blood coming out the wings

You should never in your wildest dreams

Shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens

Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly

Now you getting fucked without the K-Y Jelly

How I made it you salivated over my calibrated

Raps that validated my ghetto credibility

Still I be packing agilities unseen

For real my killing abilities unclean facilities

For more inter-military tactics obscene extreme confidential

My exterior serene with the potential of a killing machine

Ex-Marine you drag queen, we tag team

Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends

The fuck you looking in my face for nigga?

I mace mics and then lace the bass with figuresBehind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall out

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall outDecapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck

Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up

Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches

If she manages to do damages, put her in bandages

The amateurs, bananas is the unanimous

Way we choose to live, scandalous

Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle us

Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfucking panelist

My mic's equipped with laser sights so that command'll miss

Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel

Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble

You coming with the corn shit that get forwarded

Like bitches licking clitoris in a porn flick

Songwriters

TROY DONALD JAMERSONPublished by

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