| Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards
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| Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death bitch
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| Incorrect politicly linguisticly I’m lethal
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| Yo check my history it ain’t no mystery to people
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| The Governer of Brit will have your mother sucking dick
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| Fuckin rubbin on her clit until she’s bludgeoned by a brick
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| Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them
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| They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
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| All anarchists are lovin it while stubborn Feds are buggin it
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| Your governments discorvered cut to pieces in my coven kid
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| I’ll tarnish you with carnage now your seargant’s paying homage
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| Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
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| My knife’s out, so stand back the White house is ran sacked
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| Despite how the Anthrax choked life out your grand papps
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| Torture is imense torture crawlin out your vents
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| The gore Hyde that invents put dents in your defense
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| (Necro)
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| I’m like Malcom when he came back from Mecca--not a racist
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| But when they come to kill me at my speech I’ll shoot 'em in they faces
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| I lived a life of aggrevation, contemped in laceration
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| So I’m exempt from assassination attempts
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| Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallace
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| You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private
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| Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin
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| With the Inidan Axe peelin your skin back for startin
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| I’ll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme
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| But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time
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| You Benedict Arnold’s will be smokin crack like bridges
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| We’re burning bridges So you can’t cross 'em cause our militia’s vicious
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| The 13 colonies bring it to you, get on the horse
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| We’ll be ripping your chest while they’re stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross
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| Images of onslaught cadavers and bleeding
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| I’d give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom
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| (Goretex)
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| After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche
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| Extractin the passion from the paws of Christ it’s pricey
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| Nuclear frost California first to break off
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| Space cowboys 30 cc’s ready for take off
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| Lieutenants tank holdin my rank we climb sky ports
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| Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs
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| I was born to die the first martyr
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| Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father
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| Raise the ediquite of warface torture to make
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| War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it’s more cake
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| Revolution 9 new york quake it’s an emergency
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| Bridges for tunnels this underworld is a murder spree
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| Fuckin with G world trade in the cloud
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| Terror network I’m still smellin people downtown
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| Whipe some tear gas the ying and the yang dead in the fear
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| 10 to 15 they watch the dent in heaven appear
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| (Sabac)
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| They held me captive I was being bludgeoned and starved
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| Seeing stars half a day from introduction to God
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| Feel the scars on my flesh my whole mind was destroyed
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| Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid
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| I heard voices in my sleep one night a visitor spoke
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| Quoting the art of war the voice had given me hope
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| Broke out a sweat grab the tech, shot away to freedom
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| Hundreds die for their lives and now I’ve got you beaten
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| I’m defeatin any enemy that comes in my path
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| Wether political or criminal I let the guns blast
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| Coming mass like Marcos and Brooklyn’s my Chiapos
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| Rage a war against police they can’t look me in the optics
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| Sabac is equivelant to the object of militance
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| Consider this your option with the lives of imbevelence
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| I’m commited and deligent, equipt with the killer shit
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| The opressors nightmare if I talk it I’m livin it
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| (Ill Bill)
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| I arrived at Auschwitz I was tattood with numbers for labor
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| Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers
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| Stepping out of freight cars sorted by age and profession
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| And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor
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| Children and elderly people were the first to be taken
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| To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to creamation
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| The rest of us kept behind and electric fence shaved heads
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| Starvin and workin to death and perished by days end
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| Truthfully we were the lucky ones, the fortunate
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| I remember stories of ways the doctors mainly used to torture men
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| Children and pregnant women unspeakable horrors
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| 6 million martyrs from the sheet of the surgery with no anesthesia
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| I’m a prisonor of war or religion
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| A prisonor of nazi Germany I’m caught in the system
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| With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols
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| For every jew that died I survived my story continues |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song POW's, artist - Necro. Album song Sabacolypse, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп