[Dialogue]
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First, they dropped the bomb
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Then came the disease
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Then death
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This our world
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Your world, my world
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I like this world!
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Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks
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Catch a close up your snot box, broke up
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Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles
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Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
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Take your kindness for weakness, yhey foul
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New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW!
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Another underboss pull a doublecross
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Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now
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Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
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Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught
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Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought
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on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will)
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Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
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Homicide scene, perfect world
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By any means get cream
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Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
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Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus
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Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord
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with devil worship and satanic verses
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It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
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Heard when it rains, it pours
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I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
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Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law
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The Big Apple, rotten to the core
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These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR)
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They schemin and I-Beam'n
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Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin
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Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder
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At war with them inner demons, it's goin down
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Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds
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If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way
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for birth of a Generation, X
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Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat
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to the air waves, hit the deck
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Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine
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Got love for my family, cause they mine
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See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes
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We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up
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Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck
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When they best, best to give it up, perfect world
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Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us
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Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages
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Of filth, fine filth flavors
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Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes
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Right before his eyes, then he passes
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While the 666 got more tricks
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Than the PD's got bricks
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From bloods and crips
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To pips with mints
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We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships
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Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams
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Homicide scene, perfect world
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By any means get cream
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Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
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Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus
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Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord
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with devil worship and satanic verses
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It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
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Uhh.. the children are the future
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And Wu-Tang is for the babies!
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Perfect World
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| Method Man |
