| Tonight you pukes will sleep with your rifles
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| You’re married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood
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| And you will be faithful!
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| This is my rifle
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| My rifle is my best friend
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| It is my life
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| I must master it as I must master my life
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| Without me my rifle is useless
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| Without my rifle I am useless
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| Listen to this black visionary, bringin war like a revolutionary
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| Cause drunk and deadly poetry over murderous melodies
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| So prepare for death be your penalty
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| Now you’re a mere memory of bloody victory
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| Soldiers drivin mad by centuries of lies and trickery
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| Then go on a killin spree puttin devils out their misery
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| Hearin screams sounds of agony
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| Hostility takes over me
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| Mind adventurin through the cracks of insanity
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| Down the hallowed halls of hell
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| Walkin the dreaded years with no fears
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| Givin persons cold stares
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| Cause I know they fakes as snakes is stabbed in the back
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| With poisonous attacks whose wicked ass gets subtracted
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| My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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| Me and my rifle are the defenders of my country
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| We are the masters of our enemies
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| We are the saviors of my life
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| So be it until there is no enemy
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| Find peace within
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| I wield the silent weapon for this quiet war that’s instore
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| My physical’s on a world tour, my brain is wagin war in the urban
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| Send the blocks stacked like castles
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| They call them project housin, arousin anger
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| Define who’s being distributed, new faces prohibited
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| In this wild life I’m livin in, there’s a new millenium
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| Got my adrenaline, roarin like an engine
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| Camouflage ninjas, avengin
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| My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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| We are the masters of our enemies
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| We are the saviors of my life
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| So be it until there is no enemy
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| Find peace within
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| My thoughts travel far beyond the galaxies
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| Praise hard to shootin stars
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| Deadly bombin for the cause wildcat
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| Razor close likes it in the innocent, the five percent
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| Attribute, roll God Allah, fuck the government
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| I design military warheads with infrared
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| Gotta be sled — oh shit here come the feds
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| Don’t move or you’re dead, niggas fled like fugitives
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| Considered non-dangerous the way niggas don’t pertain to this
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| Killarmy breath of this bullshit ignorance
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| As I overtake the sun, multiply deaf and dumb
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| Victims of illusions, don’t understand confusion
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| I let my thoughts be born of poetry show and proven
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| Do we be the chosen on the uprise, eighty fives
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| Don’t realize to check for these bad guys with the snake eyes
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| The poisonous venom’s cold wettin lives
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| Killarmy on the return like the Jedi
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| This is my rifle
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| My rifle and myself are defenders of my country
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| We are the masters of our enemies
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| We are the saviors of my life
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| So be it until there is no enemy
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| Find peace within
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| This is my rifle
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| There are many like it but this one is mine
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| My rifle is my best friend
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| It is my life
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| I must master it as I must master my life
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| Without me my rifle is useless
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| Without my rifle I am useless
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| I must fire my rifle true
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| I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me
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| I must shoot him before he shoots me
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| I will |