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(Mondo) |
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BM's international |
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It's worldwide, baby |
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Check it out |
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Ah-ha |
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(CHORUS x2) |
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Behold a pale horse, death is in our midst |
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We gotta keep on point cause we movin off course |
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I'm checkin for you and yours |
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It's hittin worldwide |
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We gotta maximize by eliminatin lies |
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(VERSE 1: Mondo) |
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Old Tommy Boy had this plan to rule the planet |
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First he needed some land to expand |
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Off the shores of Spain to maintain he set off to the western hemisphere |
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His first qualm was this Indian man |
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See, Tommy and his people knew the flav |
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And to really make it happen they went and got a million slaves |
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Stripped them off their materials and their minds |
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Since back home was hard to find |
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Gave em mortal names and fed em swine |
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Maximize the enterprise, and make education impossible |
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Pimp the men as slaves and make they shorties Jezebels |
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Make sure there's no more railroads underground so they can't use it |
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Oh yeah and don't forget - infiltrate they rap music |
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This plan'll hit em harder then they think, cause they don't care |
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Our symbols is on the back of they dollars, the end is here |
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And spiritually they unprepared, so we gon' break em down to slaughter |
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In the new (the new) the what (the what) the world, the order |
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I'm your poetic reporter, mundane to make it plain |
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You're pacified by Mary Jane, but the end is still the same |
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First up to bat is the man Mondo McCann |
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And I'ma tell it like it is, then that's your biz |
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No matter who you is or what you was |
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The very earth beneath you is gonna vanish |
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You and your crew and styles are gonna vanish |
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Without preparin out I don't know how you gon' manage |
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Instead of bein on safe soil you be part of the damage |
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(CHORUS x2) |
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(VERSE 2: Vex) |
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Word, brothers gettin snapped on, jacked on for what the rapped on |
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As much junk as you talk it's suprising you ain't been capped on (bo!) |
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In this day and time divine designs aerodynamics |
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Smashin panoramic world views like ceramics |
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Can it if you talkin that 25 to life |
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Cause my life is everlasting, so pass it on your strife |
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It takes a very small knife to cut holes in your action |
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I see hypocrisy like democracy, check my traction |
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Heads can't get with the liquid type flow |
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Double-edged sword slice the wind as I blow |
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Rip it off analog at a show without a curse |
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Freeze a serpent inside of ice where words did disperse |
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The worst of 7 plagues and burst into nothing |
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Y'all talkin 'bout blowin up but heads is steady frontin |
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What you gonna do when soldiers come snuffin - nothin |
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Word |
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It goes B-to the double o-g-i-e |
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M-to the o-n-s-to the t |
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-e-r-s, yes, we manifest |
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Step into the cipher, cause yo, it's time to bless |
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(CHORUS x2) |