| Hello?
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| What Up?
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| Hello?
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| Yo I Can-I Can’t hear you
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| let me call you right back
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| I sense someones tapping into my phones why do…
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| I got this feeling in my bones I might die soon…
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| The F.B.I might be tryin to pull my file soon…
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| I might be walking blind fold into a typhoon…
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| I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky…
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| Right outside of the window of my living room…
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| And if they do you can say goodnight and bye bye to them itunes…
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| If I don’t try to record as much before I do…
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| The plan is to have as many in the can as I can…
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| As I stand before you in this booth a walking deadman…
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| Blank stare dead pan look as my face as I gaze into space…
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| As I wait to be scooped up in that van…
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| Mysteriously disappear into thin air…
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| And they gon' say a sniper just appeared out of no where…
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| And I’ll go down in the history as the blood sucking leech…
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| Who hid behind the freedom of speech…
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| Tryed to take the fifth amendment use it, twist it and bend it…
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| And ended up dying to fill out in the heros splinters… (?)
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| The business way to end this I can feel the tremors tremendous…
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| In remembrance of september 11…
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| Flash back to september 7th…
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| When Tupac was murdered in Vegas…
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| He said that he predicted his own death…
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| Let us never forget it or should we ever live to regret it…
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| Like the day John F Kennedy was assasinated in broad day…
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| By a craze lunatic with a gun…
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| Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository…
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| Where the President would go for a little friday stroll…
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| Shots fired from the grassy knoll…
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| But they don’t know or do they…
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| Whos they for them to say Touche…
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| Where all vunerable and it’s spooky…
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| This is about as cookey as I’ve ever felt now…
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| Count down to Nuclear Meltdown…
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| You can run you can do what you want to…
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| But you know you aint gonna do nuttin…
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| When its time its your time…
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| You are the prime target…
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| You have become Public Enemy Number 1… |