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[Paris]Take it back to the days when we raised us up' |
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Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt |
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P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain |
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Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain |
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And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch |
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In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch |
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It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust |
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Just us for the justice, in |
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God we trust |
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I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light |
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Take the red pill, open up your eyes to life |
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In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles |
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See us overthrow the hold of the devil control |
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And roll deep, keep it underground for the streets |
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I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat |
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Like ants in this war dance, if one fall |
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Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all[reggae chat interlude][various samples]"This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real eventsand contains material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP)"Welcome to the show!"[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before""We have the best intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop""You still may know little about" - |
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Dan Rather"The C.I.A.'s involvement with drug lords""This was a, a multi-billion dollar business""Even more menacing" - |
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D.R. "The C.I.A."[D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government""In the war", "on drugs" - |
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D.R."Which side is the C.I.A. on?""We need a change! We need a change.." [x2]"One of these motherfuckers different" |
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Bringing you back what you miss in hip-hop |
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Hard truth sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier radio |
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Word! "Pay attention real close, we just begun"[Immortal Technique] |
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Yeah! Immortal |
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Technique, part of the rebel militia |
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Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture |
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Fuck who you askin, |
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I'll tell you what it is |
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It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we live |
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Party crashin, leavin the door with a broke lock |
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And make a toast to the cancer of |
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Rupert Murdoch |
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I got a hit, on the |
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Grand Wizard and the cyclops |
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And I'll be snipin, campus security bike cops |
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Fuck around, and |
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I'ma start blastin they kids |
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Payback, for what they did to |
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John Africa's crib |
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These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge |
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Can put it down and go the fuck home wrapped in a flag |
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I have nothin but, empty shells for enemies |
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Strike me down, that'll give birth to ten of me |
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Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb |
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Urban combat, next year nigga it's on |