| Back again in the midst’s of the dirt and the lurky mud
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| In the dark clouds and the pitch black skies
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| In the stages of triple darkness
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| I spark this, microphone
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| To, inject y’all, to a lethal dose
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| Of Knowledge, Wisdom and Understandin
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| From the original mans plannin
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| Yo, take it for what it’s worth
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| I own the planet Earth
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| For real
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| «There are a lot of questions I’m gonna ask you about this week
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| But the idea of living other than yourself
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| I’m not gonna put it down»
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| Burnin mothafuckas like garbage
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| Livin the largest of our feline cats
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| Stalkin alley ways pitch black
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| Do the level in pursuit, I’m snipin a mothafuckin devil
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| Paranoid, unemployed black rebel
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| Cover ups, fatality spawn bodies
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| Fatality, blood stained walls, that’s formality
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| Witness the army kamikaze, symbolic to Kadafi-a
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| Fuck the mafia
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| A threat, ten national securities
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| For bein 400 million Fists Of Fury
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| In front of your lord
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| Weapon moves swift, gas mask, infared
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| Four devils ahead (huh)
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| Historical proportion, controllin chunks of land
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| Belongin to the original man, what?
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| «Of course you do, of course you wear a mask
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| Of course as a child you learned
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| That your natural self was not acceptable
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| I understand
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| I understand that your parents didn’t want you to be
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| Who you were
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| And your siblings didn’t want you to be who you were
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| I understand that»
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| (Fuck you)
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| Dialog got the tools sparked, brain puncture true
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| Salmonize with your boo, yo
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| It’s critical, graveyard crew live thick
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| The mind of the great scientific
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| Find of all kinds, forget it
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| Absence, scale casualties, mild disease
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| Foul remedies, enemies
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| Lurkin and desertin, criteria’s menace, suicide
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| Tidal waves out in Venice
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| Then it’s just a matter of time
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| Your mind go through the Alpine, tryin to confine
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| Fire storms dropped in a tablet, gushin from the gasket
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| Metal car, push cart caskets |