| Had the time of his life
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| A capitalist with a communist wife
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| Started to fight and did to cats what God did to Christ
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| Hardly the type to give garbage advice
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| He was larger than life
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| He’d penetrate the roof of your car with a spike
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| Trained by an insane ex-marine
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| CIA traitor renegade assassin android
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| Past deployed piloting black helicopter choppers over Bosnia
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| Sniffing so much coke nose was fucked up and bled a lot
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| For all y’all bystanders
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| Baggy-ass jeans to hide your banga Ranglers
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| Thugged the fuck out
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| Hang with bash-in-ya-face-gat-gangsta governments
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| These other kids is like the drunken bitch
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| That sucked a hundred dicks at your party then cried rape
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| Plus the hooker lies great
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| Sniff another line to get your mind straight
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| Pull out the nine and start shooting people
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| Money ain’t the root of evil, it be much more than that
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| America taught me how to kidnap and torture cats
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky
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| I need G’s so I can jet easier, my crib’s tapped
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| I suspect Ether, that’s why I’m out of touch with the media
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| Under-covers like Pete Seeger, I couldn’t tell neither
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| Watching the projects with a van of speakers
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| Peeping how my kids rest, banging my wiz for hours
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| Surveillance tapes, pissing in Kings Plaza, even got us after hours
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| Drug parties, golden showers on the poor shiksa
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| Work for the FBI so anytime I might whisper
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| My scary team be like barely clean, rocking Israeli genes
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| That’s why I mostly heard and rarely seen
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| Realization soaked in urgency
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| Can’t escape history’s pen, I be the worst of me
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky
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| This cop bring the city hoppa like a rocka with binoculars
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| Took me, these two Rasta and a mobster Capo hostage
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| Said that we were impostors and an inpatient government agent
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| From another nation and said we had the proper information
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| About the aliens, vegetarians, devils, and Aryans
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| «These are civilized Barbarians, we’ll fucking bury them!»
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| The Rasta said «You a pussy blood clot!» |
| and got shot
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| I’m like fuck this, I’m blowing up spots, cause shit is hot
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| We know about the plan to fill the projects with contraband
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| Drop bombs on Brazil so you can kill and conquer land
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| Your drug trafficking, your new creation for disease
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| To control the population and in the states and overseas
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| You put poison in the weed and the milk we feed our seeds
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| You looked shocked that Sabac could know the plots to all of these
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| Took his Glock, licked a shot when the bastard wasn’t looking
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| Threw him out, then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky
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| Exit the Stargate, initial perception quickens my heart rate
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| This dark place, planet Earth, orbits one star
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| I’ve come from afar, far away state of mind
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| Open up your third eye, black helicopters in the sky |