| Cats ice grillin' me, fuck em' I buck em' verbally
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| Lookin' for a reason as I’m breezing by security
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| With no one searching me, it’s like I’m freezing their palm
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| Taking with me my Koran and my belief in his law
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| Storing a light tool, that’s more than a knife fool
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| And an aviation book from a Florida flight school
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| But I could give a fuck about taking off or landing
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| What I really need to know is how to hit this building
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| How to kill American men, women, and children
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| How to take the life of every innocent civilian
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| Ready to fly, but am I ready to die?
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| Am I promised everything that I want, on the other side?
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| 8:03 in loop in terminal C, Logan airport where I’m supposed to be
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| I see the man rippin' mask port, checking passports
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| «Have a nice flight sir»
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| This is our chance, he never took a second glance
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| Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
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| The past 30 years of my life have been in camps
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| Trained to kill, in Allah’s name in will
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| Livin' in this fountained up state paid the bill
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| Survival got me buggin', strugglin'
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| Livin' in the world no different from a cell
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| And I ask what’s it worth
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| Livin' in the world no different from a cell
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| Boarding the plane, my brains borderline insane
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| Train of thought out of wack as I creep around the back of the jet
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| My forehead’s wet I keep praying
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| Thinking to myself my next life brings wealth
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| Cause this one is nothing but a bump in the road
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| And I’ll be going to a better place when something explode
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| As I look around the craft in the plane gets gone
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| I lock eyes with my partners and know that it’s on
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| Am I, ready to die for a God I’ve never seen? |
| (No)
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| Ready to die for an idea or dream (Nah)
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| And I’m looking at life through a wider scope
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| Trying to cope, as my man slice the pilot’s throat
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| The plan takes effect and my heart fills with fright
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| Plus these strippers last night had me thinking life is alright
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| I take a look around and see all types of faces
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| Men with suitcases, little girls with braces
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| All kinds of races, panic end up once
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| The plane change it’s course, aimed at the source
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| We’re a dangerous force, but did I really say we
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| When I don’t have the feeling that Allah is really with me
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| I heard a Christian man state that he’s afraid of death
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| If he had faked left, he’d be waiting with beta breath kid
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| Now I question my objective, cause I’m looking at it from a scientific
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| perspective
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| The same Christian man that was questioning himself
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| Is telling me that I will burn in hell, I told him well that’s very place
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| That we dwell, besides the only thing burning is my shell
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| I rebel against the United States and Israel
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| Killing citadels filled with different dells
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| Time tell speaketh to this man I realize I’m pure evil
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| Believing all the hideous lies the people feed to you
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| In fact, I can feel my skin crack
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| I’m fading to black cause I brace for impact |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terrorist's Cell , by - 7L & Esoteric. Song from the album Dangerous Connection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп