[Verse 1]
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Check the scary facts of the where we at
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Terrorists pull the teary gas
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known to carry gats so we gives a rat
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Take ya back fourteen ninety two
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The devil shaper of a crew in America the devil grew
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To the current time now the politician be the devilish forever rich
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Bomb bashin' inheritance forever sick
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Inject the microchip into my dick
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See these criminals who rob our tribe pleadin' the fifth
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And the mental slavery continues if it was food
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it would be they favourite dish on the imperialist menu
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We fight to liberate ya mind state
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But all I see's the fuckin' crack rock
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the body count and the crime rate
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Notice the life and death cycle
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Why they whip them with the rifle
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Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
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Sharpen the stainless steel sherrigan and tie ya weaponry
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Walkin' the West Bank like a desert storm vendorin'
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Hook:
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Why?, why you feel the need to hold me down
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Who?!, who the hell is you to think you down
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Where?!, where you gonna be in two thousand and two
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What?!, *scratching* "Take these words home and think it through"
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(2X)
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[Verse 2]
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I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist
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I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six
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I free every son from crimes he aint committed
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I want Persians on the guillotine, with they neck split
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I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi
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and I say, it was proper-ty, of the kings county
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I reverse the effect, of physical neglect
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I want whores in front of mirrors askin' where's my self respect
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I want Ralph Lauren to get down wid Karl Kani
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Have rodeo drives smack in the middle of Southside
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I really want the Latin quarterback open
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A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token
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Hook (1x)
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[Sabac Red]
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Sabac hold the style of rap chemist did by a menace
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Feel the highlights of life through the roots of John Flugen
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Caught in clenches, the moon shape is in a quarter
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Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the stress of a deep organ
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Check the laws of Orca, the holy token's how we built it
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Life's filled wid smoke and piss and drinkin' sharp cold feeled it
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Four and three sixty for Non-Phixion be the obvious
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We handle jakes eliminate fake, stay alive in this
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Survivalist overcome reflections of my inner demons
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My mind relates to crime like fertile eggs relate to semens
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I close my eyes like I was deceased
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Envision peace then refuel from the sun in the east
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Hook (2x)
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[Verse 4]
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This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen it or you will end-er you
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My temperaments foul like tenements I feel you senseless
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The ghetto horror deep within prophecies
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Plannin' your own arrest like Jesus tell me you stoppin' me
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Jerusalem sun down on the hill three bodies suspended crookedly
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They bookin' me, my backs' against the wall with words they pushin' me
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It's stated, like righteous kings in the line of David
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Never Mercedes all them others made they got me jaded
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Facin' the agony victorious call me Maccabees
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Apocalyptic, hexin' my rivalries through chemistry
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Drama time, shootin' shy guys rockin' econolon
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Shootin' no peekin' tryna catch corpse trippin' on punch lines
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Four W's
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Non Phixion |