| There’s a war going on inside no one is safe from
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| You can never run, hide, or escape from
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| The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit
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| I watch the wolves lead the wolf’s leash in a nation of sheep
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| What the fuck you think they want? |
| Is it hatred or peace?
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| Who designed the bombs or terrorists that made the disease?
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| They made you believe there’s no one really crazy as me
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| As if I am the polluter who made it too hazy to see
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| Open up your eyes it’s horrifying, it lays in your sleep
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| You eat the bullshit seven days of the week
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| If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece
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| At the police, instead the beef just stays in the streets
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| And the government still controls the ways we can speak
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| The apple don’t fall far from the atheist tree
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| We should cry for the children who breathe
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| They going to bleed, there’s a big difference in what we believe
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| I can’t breathe
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| It’s a spectacular terrorist event
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| Nuclear medicinemen smacking God with the six-fingered Devil’s hand
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| Blood Money’s the only money there really is
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| Whether you bang on the block or boardroom for billions
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| It’s such a hard grind trying to stay divine
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| The problem with the Devil is the bitch is so damn fine
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| Spare me your problems, I’m handling mine
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| I drink whiskey, smoke kush, I don’t eat swine
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| I travel through time, shifting forms
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| I wear a crown of thorns full of rage and scorn
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| The whole fabric of the universe gets torn
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| But Pharaoh wants blood from the first-born
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| You can’t stop the coming of the here that’s after
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| The suffering and pain underneath the laughter
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| And tell me who’s gaining from the pain and sorrow
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| If It’s up to me, revolution starts tomorrow
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| Run, get your gun, shoot George and his sons
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| We’re taking fortunes from all the fortunate ones
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| Straight Robin Hood screaming 'Fuck the law!'
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| And they planned 9/11, fuck what you saw
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| Yeah, this is the beginning of theocratic civil war
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| Carving out the country’s stomach to eat the liver raw
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| The world is changing, atmosphere rearranging
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| Religion corrupted the image that we were made in
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| America’s beauty is skin deep, I’m sorry to say
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| Like the portrait of Dorian Gray
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| You pray to God because of Pascal’s wager
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| Not for the savior, and not to correct your behavior
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| Saw you screaming the words when he said the chorus
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| But I don’t really think none of ya’ll are ready for it
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| No food and blackouts of every street light
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| Revolution will make Fallujah look like a street fight
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| No blood for oils, what you scream at the slaughter
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| But how about blood for air and blood for water?
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| It’s sorta the starter, of what the ruckus is
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| Immortal Tech, Ill Bill
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| Tell them what the fuck it is!
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| The newscaster casts a disaster for television ratings
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| Like? |
| a passport to hell to visit Satan
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| The government officials twist into a coil and spit venom
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| Brainwashing their children to get oil and just net em
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| They got sleeper cells selling me Dutches in BK
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| They’ll infiltrate the infrastructure and fuck us on D-Day
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| Get the mandatory beef bar code stamped across your wrist
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| The plot twists till mankind no longer exists
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| McDonald’s, Marlboro, NASDAQ, Exon, and Ford
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| Verizon, Clear Channel facing Armageddons abroad
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| The severed heads of the dragon, the whore of Babylon
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| The Statue of Liberty, there’s much more to examine on
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| The President’s nothing but a figurehead
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| While the fallen angel gathers an army of the living dead
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| Your life’s doomed to tornadoes, typhoons, and volcanoes
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| Consume the whole fable and soon will prove fatal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuclear Medicinemen , by - La Coka Nostra. Song from the album A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп