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Take em to war son (yeah) |
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Yo wassup dog? |
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Seven commandments, knahmean? |
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Yo son, with the seven commandments |
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Chorus: (6x) |
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Yo i'm about the army shit, the raw shit |
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The military war hits with gun clips |
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[shogun assasson] |
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Yo, my battleground's where i lounge |
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Fightin wars from dusk til dawn |
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In the trenches of hell |
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There's more blood spilled than hamburger hill |
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The planet earth is the battlefield |
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Enemy troops can't come face to face with death |
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Black mission caught for cold steel |
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The last art drill when i open fire |
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Better aim to kill |
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As the destruction that i reveal like revelations |
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Drop jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations |
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You're lost in the nation with no mental vision |
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Unseen strikes your vital like precision |
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I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition |
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I'm in deep meditation like the great indian monk dowmo |
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Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like zorro |
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I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers |
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Riddlers and hitlers |
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Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures |
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Wu-tang is the foundation, we movin populations |
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And you can not stand then control the minds of asians |
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Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back |
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Sabotage savages got stabbed as i watched blood drip from their fabrics |
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Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend |
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Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven |
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The seven commandments |
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Metric equivalents |
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Meaning many niggas died for pleasures |
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[dom pachino] |
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I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets |
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Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile |
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Fittin your sides ragged |
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Puerto rican terrorist from the middle east refusin the mark of the beast |
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Increase your energy by one bar while i unleash |
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Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life |
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Made possible by the mic device |
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I slice wieldin a sharp instrument |
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Sharpened in the temple of pyramids |
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Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant |
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It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun |
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Dom pachino madman assassinatin tracks with shogun |
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[street life] |
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Yo bring it on, i deal with this like my first born |
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My brain form blow mcs away like desert storm |
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21st century crime for you being born |
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Us currency got me itchin my palms |
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P.l.o. killer tactics like i support a fact |
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Dead back was the feedback, park hill's badass |
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I deal with this shit like it's my last |
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So to speak what you say son go have a blast |
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I'm livin for the city, i burn as the world turn |
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First degree poetry |
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Hold your headpiece, when i release i clear the streets |
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Killarmy passed the heat so i'ma dead the piece |
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P.l.o. is the street life out in the streets |
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[beretta 9] |
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Mentally i be ready, pass the machette |
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My thoughts travel fast like mario andretti |
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Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty |
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It's all about survival so i can risk the robbery |
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Goin through the struggle, trials and execution |
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This is my solution to this revolution |
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Pay close attention, lyrical precision |
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My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen |
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Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children |
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'96 be buildin the stat or be killed in |