| Uh! |
| This is war with no weapons
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| Marchin with no steppin'
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| Murder with no killin'
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| ill in every direction
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| First, no sequel, do the math
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| No equal, a John with no Yoko
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| More power, less people
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| And yeah I’m not afraid of that
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| Print in your paperback
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| Every rapper’s made in fact
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| To act as a delayed attack
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| Every phrase a razorblade
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| And save it till they play it back
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| Slay em leave em layin'
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| On the paper bank
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| Fade to black
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And and there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When tomorrow disappears
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| When the future slips away
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| And your world turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today
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| Roll credits, forget it
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| The show’s done
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| They’re talking for just talkin'
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| Meaning they got none
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| None of you come proper
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| They talk like a shotgun
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| But how many of you got
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| Bred with integrity
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| Not one so no, I’m not afraid
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| To see you s*ckas hold a blade to me
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| Ain’t no way to shake the ground
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| I built before you came to be
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| Take it how you take it
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| I’m the opposite of vacancy
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| And this not negotiation, I can hear you
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| Wait and see
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And and there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When tomorrow disappears
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| When the future slips away
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| And your world turns into fear
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| And your world turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today!
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And and there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| — RU. |
| GL5
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When tomorrow disappears
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| When the future slips away
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| And your world turns into fear
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| And your world turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today!
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| In the wastelands of today!
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| In the wastelands of today! |