| You got your face too close to miss, if you feel you’re supposed to diss
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| Get a dose of this verbal explosiveness
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| I’ll post a list, kill the most when pissed
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| Swing a closed fist till nothing but ghost exist
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| See I’m brown skin and they found ten
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| Prejudiced dead men, blood’s what they drowned in
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| Rounding up all they asses like they did us
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| Whoop ‘em and hide them away like they hid us
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| Damn, I should have had a V8 so I could see straight
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| Into the Devil’s eyes and relate before I create
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| Destruction, corruption, positive, negativity so stay up
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| I start downtown and work my way up
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| With judges coming with racial grudges
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| Throw my body in jail but my brain never budges
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| ‘Cause it’s mandatory that I never lose position
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| ‘Death of a Politician'
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| Scaling a rough twelve stories high
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| With a glass cutter and a nine strapped to my thigh
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| Taking care of business, on assignment with the mission
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| Searching through the files of a global politician
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| No more petitions or bitching ‘cause you won’t listen
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| From miles away you hear my missiles start whistling
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| Lay your ass down, back down, face up
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| The South Park version of you getting your ass laced up
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| Any sudden moves and I’m cutting off your thumb
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| Blood pours, hand goes numb, it’s now dumb with no function
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| Conjunction junction, Dope-E's up to something
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| Terrorist attack, your attack malfunction
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| Ya suckers, everything you tell the public is a lie
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| Suckers, you set the system up for my people to die
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| Ya suckers, punk, that’s why I’m dissing
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| Revolutions start and your ass come up missing
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| It all starts with a hidden threat, I’m getting set to hit and jet
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| But first I watch him sit and sweat
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| Because it’s been highly publicized
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| That at the next press conference a city official dies
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| I send notes and notes of evil quotes
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| Pictures of black hands around racist throats
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| Pictures of black families living in poverty
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| Regular reasons related to riots and robbery
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| Yo, use protection when checking my section
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| ‘Cause once I catch him, there’ll be no election
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| ‘Cause just like a crooked preacher who wrecks his fate
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| You’re passed to brothers like a fucking collection plate
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| So, here’s the game plan, it’s tight so listen
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| All of a sudden your five-year-old is missing
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| So meet me at the railroad track
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| And bring eighty grand if you want the little bastard back
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| I knew he wouldn’t come alone
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| So I had Dope-E behind a building, aiming his chrome
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| And when he crosses, I’ll end my mission
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| Dead cop, dead child, ‘Death of a Politician'
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| Death of a Politician, Death of a Politician
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| All fingers pointed to South Park Coalition
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| Rain and holocaust tear opponent down
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| Direct result when I’m in concert throwing down
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| Power fist in the air raised high
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| The Devil steps up, you swing it down on the eye
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| And there’s no need for you to rush the stage
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| I cock my rhyme back and bust my gauge
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| Minimum wage, another term for slave
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| Recaptivate our land and put the Devil in his cage
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| Rage and anger
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| To the white man’s god who they say lay in the manger
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| In the nine trade, the government’s in danger
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| Caught in middle white lies, ‘cause state of story changes
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| ‘Death of a Politician' |