| Each day, these demons increase hate
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| Your freedom is replaced with racist police states
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| This countries a lit fuse, unfixable issues
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| They playing by sick rules, authority misused
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| Preparing for something, weak women and punk men
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| The law mans killing your friend, quit filming and jump in
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| See that’s why the heat’s hot, because unified, we’re not
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| Got 50 people scared to save their partner from 3 cops
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| It’s like we got no shot, bow down to them, hope not
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| It’s part of a slow plot to control us like robots
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| And leave you unconscious and feed you that nonsense
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| To keep you mentally preoccupied with that dumb shit
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| Like who’s the best dressed mates, which star got the best place
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| Which rapper and his girlfriend just dropped a new sex tape
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| But one day your brain will blow and straight up insane you’ll go
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| The day they came to know that true reality ain’t a show
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| You’re living in the House of the enemy, murder, no sympathy
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| Mind manipulation, mischannelling your energy
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| Peace can’t happen separation is the remedy
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| You’re living in Satan’s house thinking that the rent is free
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| House of the enemy, murder, no sympathy
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| Fear of the slave whip lodged in your memory
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| God’s about to bring down this entire industry
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| Living in Satan’s house thinking that the rent is free
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| If your little gun’s able to actually save you
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| See they let have those but you don’t got the ones they do
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| It’s bad cause you don’t know and won’t till your dome blow
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| You’re bragging about your pistol when these devils got drones bro
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| They passed passed a new law where they can run in your residence
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| And apprehend you with no probable cause or no evidence
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| Slowly sewing your town up, don’t care if you’re frowned up
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| And as we speak they’re setting up camps for the round-up
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| No chance when it’s time to go, I promise it’s coming bro
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| And now you’re in the new United States of Guantanimo
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| The signs are openly being shown gotta notice these
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| Slowly American streets are looking like overseas
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| Locally the police are trained like the soldiers be
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| Exploding heat and won’t stop until they make your ghost release
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| Innocent people are jeopardized when there’s weapon rised
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| Devils got the best disguise so you can’t recognize them with your naked eyes
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| In this Hell zone, there’s no one to tell on
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| You voluntarily place everything in your cell phone
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| Internet fiends jack, your actions they scream black
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| So when you posted pictures of your drugs, they seen that
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| They know what you’re thinking like, they know what excites you
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| They study what you type then they project what you might do
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| Night, morning and afternoon, folks dying from battle wounds
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| And screaming that you know your rights that shit ain’t gon' matter soon
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| Don’t care if you’re dropping facts, kill that, better watch your back
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| They’ll snatch you up and nobody gonna know where they got you at
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| And soon they’ll be proving it, they’re hiding a slew of shit
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| A shadow government and every president knew of it
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| From Jefferson to Roosevelt to Wilson to Kennedy
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| Said America was governed by invisible entities
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| Who seek to use us as pawns, it’s bigger than busting guns
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| Go to YouTube type «Minister Louis Farrakhan: The Time & What Must Be Done» |