The simplest shit ain? plain to see
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Chaos floods the life on these streets
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Took a wrong turn on burned concrete
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And now the enemy dies for free
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Real young guns are kept firing
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And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling
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We kill our own and bring sirens
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And act out the ultimate plans of fighting
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Chaos serves as smoke repeated hoax to screen
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We lose control confused in the midst of staged scenes
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Media invented unrelented reports presented
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Often enough to make us think our world? tormented
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Sentenced by the momentous news of feuds we side and choose
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Use weapons and step in the trap we lose
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Pick up wars designed to scar and kill ours
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All because the broadcast flashed ghetto stars
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How much television you watch you tube whores?
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Keep score and wake up or they?l do it some more
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Crazy times and wild headlines
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Document the city routine with hard rhymes
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Blinded street teams clash
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And push our message across the news flash
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Baldheads are sick minded
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And anyone who crosses the path is found dead
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Through TV set nonsense
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We sit and fit as the face of violence
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(CHORUS)
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We roam the streets all lost
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And get caught up in a world of chaos
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Survive or defeat concrete jungle
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Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets
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We roam the streets all lost
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And get caught up in a world of chaos
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Survive or defeat concrete jungle
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Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets
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They keep order by making street corners gang borders
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Beating down king and setting the theme for riot starters
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Cop quarters can? maintain the disorder
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So they call the National Guard to come strike harder
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Rolling deep headed for Florence and Normandy where all you see
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Building on fire chaos on Roman streets
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Hope is cheap sold by the local thief relief from the common grief
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Served on a platter shatter your smallest dreams
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Pig chiefs are referees on gladiator fields
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We?e too busy dodging the sword truth stays unrevealed
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Sealed all filled in the federal cabinets
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Classified order through chaos for world inhabitants
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Can you survive these real hard times?
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Wild confrontations of mine, well, alright
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We go to the streets at night
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And fight in the sick-ass side show of mine
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We play the government role
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And straight up fuckin?smoke the rival
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We plan you will fall
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And leave you wasted on arrival
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CHORUS (x1)
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Order Through Chaos
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