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( CHORUS 2X ) |
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Livin in these last days and times, check yourself |
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And what you feed your mind, I know you |
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Can't be blind livin in the future |
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( VERSE 1: Vex ) |
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I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal |
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Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel |
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Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's on |
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In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone |
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Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco |
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Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of |
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I spitter, start into space, it's like the moon and sun |
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How many worthy of Heaven? No, not one |
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Throw the devil in a bottomless pit, judgment begin |
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Angel from the Euphrates killed a 3rd of his men |
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Then I change form, bustin in abnormal type tactics |
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Flippin styles like acrobatics |
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So who can do what he do, flip a style that's free too |
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With more fat formulas techniques than T2 |
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See through falacy with my x-ray vision |
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Wreckin raps inside my derby like demolition |
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Style switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the track |
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I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, black |
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It's the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacket |
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My quicker spray richochet your racket out my bracket |
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From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack |
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It's the revolutionary black hole sun on attack |
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Bring it back |
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( CHORUS 2X ) |
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( Mondo ) |
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???? is pro-black and to my folks it sound silly |
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But it's lockdown straight from Rhode Island to Philly |
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As the crackdown begins, intensity reaches to the maximum |
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And you really get to see who is your friends |
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The same sneakers angle from the telephone cable |
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Five-o forever patrollin, my neighborhood is never stable |
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These days, this appears to be a concentration camp |
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Eliminatin welfare and still fishin for a victim |
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Cause from 200 down to 95th Street is all blackly populated |
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Then go further downtown, it ain't debated |
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Who inhabitates the best, come on, we segragated |
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But that's aight, somebody's comin like a thief in the night |
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The police state technique is to practice on the cattle |
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On the humble for that worldwide battle |
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Illest when I feel this, yo Domingo, slide the faders on the bass |
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And I'ma lay it all out in they face |
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Most of the Presidents was Masons with one thing in mind |
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To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine |
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And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust? |
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It's gettin realer by the second in the future |
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( CHORUS until end ) |
