| My brothers, my brothers
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| My god, my god
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| The united new front
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| But the madness staff
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| And I am the narrator
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| Reality born X
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| Laying in a field baffled and perplexed
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| Once again the power of the X
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| Wondering will this war come before I am ready?
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| It is time load the weapon
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| This is the doormat to the funky format
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| Now step in, slam the door, hit the lock
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| Let me manifest the words of a rock
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| It’s not Gibraltar
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| Step to this you will falter
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| I stand on the alter
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| Bringing my, slinging my, stingin' my
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| When I’m runnin' my fly words of wisdom
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| That your mental capacity might not capacitate
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| One, one is the sun
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| The sun is the black man
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| He is I, I am him
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| Them, them witches they tried to stand in my way
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| Malik load the AK
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| Another clip is empty, quickly
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| Word to brother
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| He hand me another
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| Meanwhile, the helicopters hover
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| Devils shoot around, down I duck, then Malik is dropped
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| King is gone
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| Word is bond no time to mourn, I move on
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| Mission, not to get torn
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| Then, I am also hit
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| In the distance, they have a bodybag
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| Hell no G, I can’t go that route
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| I’ll fight the pain
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| 'Cause I can’t sell the hell out
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| But war is on
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| So I lick my wounds and step, my mouth is bloody
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| 'Cause my wounds were open wide
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| But my mental helps me keep stride
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| Suddenly the sounds of gun roar
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| The allies, some break in the sun
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| Devils, you can’t run from armageddon
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| We gotta go
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| Back to Akebulan
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| We gotta get
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| Back to Akebulan
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| We’re on our way
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| Back to Akebulan
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| Our people made
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| Back to Ganjah K
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| Behead the with guillotines
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| Machine guns for the
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| Welcome to the scene
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| Pandamonia' in Babalonia
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| Blacks reign supreme, I mean
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| Knowing it’s
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| Niggas finally became a team |