[Grym Reaper]
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Ghettos are becomin lost
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Shorties is outta they minds
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If not for the courage of a chosen few
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They stay dumb deaf and blind
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Yo caught in the process of elimination
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Until your fortress is vacant
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Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken
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Until our forces awaken
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Caught in the process of elimination
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Until your fortress is vacant
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Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken
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Til our forces awaken
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[Grym Reaper]
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General Grym
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What's the pressure principle
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Attack the enemies at every interval
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And keep our casualites at a minimal
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Camoflauged down now I launch my offensive
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To arm leg-a leg the defenseless
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Cause criminals and dons are relentless
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Murders are common and senseless
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In the ghetto trenches the stench is
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Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns
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Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
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If you're not armed you're in harm's way
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You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
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I'm sick of all this shit
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Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin frequencies
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Speakin about operatin frequently
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With keys from Columbians and Dominicans
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You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians
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Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights
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Attackin each other then carjackin at stop lights
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Fuck all you cold blooded race killers
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That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars
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Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed
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Foes better check they approach me the first G
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R-Y-M, you know the name
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I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein
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Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft
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It's time to start knockin you fake niggas off!
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What!
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Ghettos are becomin lost
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(Caught in the process of elimination
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Until your fortress is vacant)
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Shorties is outta they minds
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If not for the courage of a chosen few
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(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)
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They stay dumb deaf and blind
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(Til our forces awaken)
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Ghettos are becomin lost
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(Caught in the process of elimination
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Until your fortress is vacant)
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Shorties is outta they minds
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If not for the courage of a chosen few
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(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)
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They stay dumb deaf and blind
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(Til our forces awaken)
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[Gatekeeper]
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Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced
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You and I must verse to coincide our universe
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Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks
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No handout, I chop your fuckin hand off from the wrist
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I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide
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Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide
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I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us
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Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus
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The all-natural cosmetic, supernatural gi-netic
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My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics
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Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes
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Sexist directors, crossdress infectors
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Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked
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The devil's technician, the division
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And smash into grains of sand
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From the hourglass
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[Omen]
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And you have been warned
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mental gun shooter
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celestial soldier from the future
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The tribe of Judah
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Twelve tribe saluter
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Marchin with an army of extra-terrestial beings
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Descended from celestial peons
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Been fightin the holy war for eons
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Wise words that guided missiles, Yacub's blade of steel
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Gods use mental pistols and Ezekial's wheel
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The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis
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To an acropolis, twelve armageddon necropolis
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No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
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The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin for em
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A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads
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It's your last supper, feast on this unleavened bread
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[Shabazz The Disciple]
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I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser
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Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake
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Unseen racid ya faced traitors face elimination
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And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath
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I laughed and blast have mad people's units
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Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my blueprints
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Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth
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Yappin force action they gat clappin guns and beer
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Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up
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To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hel |