| Every shot that thunders
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| Through the nighttime don’t you wonder
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| What potential was extinguished
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| To keep the flames burning under?
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| Through the underworld and over world
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| Principles are so the same
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| Though we pretend they’re not as if they do not control cocaine
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| But you’ll find it’s connected
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| Every kid in the hood that’s living with a death wish
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| Is the same as the King who kills for the bling
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| But he is just much more reckless
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| It’s the King that I’m talking about
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| Though he is born with a silver spoon in his mouth
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| He still gonna clap for the slightest of chat
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| At any world leader that can’t back it
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| If he is sitting on the boxes
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| They are just oil or mineral deposits
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| Food he is moving fucking with our profit
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| So he better stop it
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| They say money makes the world go round, but it don’t
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| That is just not true
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| If you ain’t got guns to protect that money
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| I’lI regret that, Sonny, it is more fool you
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| Only murder further agendas that money couldn’t force
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| Eliminate the foes who propose
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| To suppose a different course, of course
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| A little torture is usually a big supporter
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| Though there’s nothing quite like killing
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| Good riddance to non supporters
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| We demonize the man on the corner
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| Paint him as a thug
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| We worship murder so much
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| It’s just that he ain’t killed enough
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| You wanna commit murder
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| But not end up in cuffs?
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| You gotta make it to the Premier League
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| A thousand murders plus
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| Who said money makes the world go 'round?
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| They just didn’t know
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| Murder runs the globe
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| M-m-murder runs the globe
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| Every knife that puncture lungs of sons
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| Don’t make you wonder Mums?
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| If he was born to billionaires backed by a hundred guns
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| Would he be living still, drinking, sleeping, eating meals?
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| Instead of dead where it don’t count
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| We expect you to be killed
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| Because living as a pauper is a fate that is tainted
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| Acquainted with torture
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| We ain’t debating the rape of the daughter
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| If she was raised in particular borders
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| Place that fate made particular slaughters
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| No fate just particular orders
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| It’s the way of the world no accident
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| In fact it’s immaculate
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| You got a big gun start clapping it
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| Cause the language of power devour quick
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| Any silly biddy little pacifist or activist or challenges
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| Brown or black skin savages
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| Who inhabiting land with minerals in it
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| Who think for a minute that the rhetoric we spoke
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| Hope? |
| Was not meant to be a joke
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| Don’t dream compassion will happen it won’t
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| Just go straight for the throat
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| Because any nation or races
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| That prove themselves incapable
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| Of matching modern murder machines
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| Make themselves enslavable
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| It is murder not money we desire insatiable
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| The thrilling of the killing it’s million dollars sensational, YES!
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| What you can’t do with a bribe
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| Can be achieved in a breeze with a gun and a knife
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| Because only murder further agendas that money couldn’t grind
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| Nothing like a couple dead kids to change a parents' mind
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| Who said money makes the world go 'round?
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| They just didn’t know
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| Murder runs the globe
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| M-m-murder runs the globe
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| Let’s get a little clarity
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| You ain’t got the capacity to internationally
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| Have a say in the ways things happening
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| You expect to collect more battering
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| Your arsenal it ain’t got no nukes
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| Armies equipped with too few troops
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| We’re laughing at you when you call truce
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| It’s part of the ritual to shoot-shoot-shoot
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| You got no background in colonization
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| Or public resource privatization
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| You can’t bang with the big boys, face it
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| But you still wanna play like Satan
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| You got no death squads to call your own
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| Or a pilot to fly your drones
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| Much less bulldozers for their homes
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| Talk gangster and you want to name Al Capone?
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| He was an amateur, silly little boys don’t understand
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| Even he went jail for tax evasion
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| For missing a payment in the payment plan
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| To the man, one with invisible hand
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| And a hidden fist to enforce my plan
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| I am just because I can more wicked than the Summer of Sam
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| Kick your shit and I kick mine fam
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| You bust your gun and I bomb your land
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| Only murder further agendas that money can’t control
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| Nothing like a massacred village to get the problem solved!
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| Who said money makes the world go 'round?
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| They just didn’t know
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| Murder runs the globe
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| M-m-murder runs the globe |