| Yeah, Jedi Mind
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| Vinnie Pazienza, the Enemy of Mankind
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| Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell
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| Horrorcore, yeah, walk with me
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| I pop a pill and zone, my voice alone 'll fuckin' kill your bones
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| The AR-15 beam leave you still as stone
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| I’m workin' twenty-four-seven while you chill at home
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| I’m on the block with my people where the killers roam
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| I’m in a killer zone, where police can trap me
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| I’m ready to go to war with them like we Iraqi
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| We in the last days, only darkness passes
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| No more pure air, only bloody money ashes
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| Yeah, you need to recognize the God is sick
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| 'Cause I was born inside of Egypt near the Gaza Strip
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| Don’t make me cock the fifth, and put the flame to him
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| And thug it out like the Israeli’s and Iranian’s
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| Remember when I put the pen to pad
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| When I heard «Style Wars"by Lakim Shabazz
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| Then in the lab, everything was constructed with Stoupe
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| And y’all know that no one fuckin' with us as a group
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| When All the Light goes out where will you be?
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| When the darkness comes what will you see?
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| (When the lights go out)
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| When All the Light goes out where will you be?
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| (When the lights go out)
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| When the darkness comes what will you see?
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| I’m a cannibal corpse, .38 snub splatter your thoughts
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| Peel your skin off of your body like animal cloth
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| I’m the reason for the Carthage in Hannibal’s force
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| I’m the reason for the carnage in parable’s lost
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| And I’ll put the heater right where your lungs at
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| And none of y’all would be around if I could bring Pun back
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| You want the horrorcore Vinnie? |
| He brung that
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| Along with the .44 militant gun rap
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| I break bread with the brothers I trust
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| 'Cause I know that if I’m ever in some trouble, they bust
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| Could never be us, we too raw for the rap now
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| Anybody with a tape recorder can rap now
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| I pull a twelve gauge shotty, you back down
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| And then the last thing you hear is the gat sound
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| From the city where they framed Mumia
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| We gonna break him out, run up with them flames and heaters
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| When All the Light goes out where will you be?
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| When the darkness comes what will you see?
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| (When the lights go out)
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| When All the Light goes out where will you be?
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| (When the lights go out)
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| When the darkness comes what will you see?
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| Yeah, yeah, I carry heavy fifths, I’m a biological terrorist
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| If you ain’t been in war, then you don’t know what terror is
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| You try to help people but do nothin' like therapists
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| It’s basic rules to the game, cousin, you never snitch
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| Or you can see the type of lead that my Beretta spits
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| Or send you through the torture chamber and behead the bitch
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| Yeah, I’ll put your body to the blades and choppers
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| And teach you about the disruptive symbol of chakra’s
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| If you believe what they tellin' you, the beast and them won
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| That’s why I speak about survival and need for a gun
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| I stand for what them thugs is reppin'
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| But they don’t know the government is usin' drugs as weapons
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| And drug injections, was taught by the prophets before
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| About the cavalry of shadowy profits of war
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| It’s hard of grip, so I spit it at different degrees
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| But the inner earth holds more water then seas
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| Who’s gonna save you When All the Lights go out
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| It’s time to reconcile, how you gonna go, how you gonna go?
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| When the Lights go out, When the Lights go out
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| When the Lights go out, how you gonna go? |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |