| We want information, information, information
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| Who are you?
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| The new number two
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| Who is number one?
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| You are number six
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| I am not a number! |
| I am a free man!
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| Yeah.
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| Hot lava.
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| Yo stay aware of what’s out there, prepare for warfare
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| Guns and gold, watch me as I load my fanfare
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| Programs of Remedy, my own worst enemy
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| I’m bleedin, eatin off the tree of life, I’m even
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| My bass rocks flocks, lacin baggles with locks
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| Glock spillers got loot on the blocks, watch for cops
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| I live life as such, keep a twenty-gauge in the clutch
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| Double Dutch, finger touch, trigger action to bust
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| Broken hoes through front playin roles of those who oppose
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| So-called pros and fake rap mafiosos
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| The sun rise in these deep blue eyes
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| And the angel lives and dies for the cause, no lies
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| Generation gaps, flooded by white caps
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| The great white hope below, hangin on the rope with no slack
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| The right to bear arms so I do so
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| Carryin licenses, high-priced listenin devices
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| Not invincible, moves all based upon principal
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| Decisions got me forced to chop 'em down like division
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| Deep incision, cuts rip through with precision
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| Collisions caused due to lyrical circumsicion
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| One point one million locked down in US prisons
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| With no previsions, broken dreams and shattered visions
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| Crowns and thorns, halos, tornados of suction
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| Hunger builds inside on the brink of destruction
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| Those who speak don’t know, those who know don’t speak
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| Yo I’m speechless, show no weakness
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| No leakin, can move without speakin
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| Look who’s peakin, find what you seekin
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| I’m in a six room house, I got a gun in each of 'em
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| I’m eatin with my kids while I’m teachin 'em
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| Angel head 'poster, passin word how to live long and prosper
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| This rap shit’s all about your posture
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| Eh-yo we ain’t kids no more, poisonous seeds from the core
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| Hundred and fifty yards away, rifle Ruger forty-four
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| You never know what’s in store, God I swore, I swear to go to war
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| I plan before to come, the year’s two-thousand and one
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| I’m in the blue lodged doors and I’m incognito
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| Flew in from Toledo in a black tuxedo
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| My purpose to Remedy, due process for service
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| And let your hidden truths now surface
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| Re-enlighten, I’m locked in, based on a secret doctrine
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| Hold my ground for now, barricades got me blocked in
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| The dragon’s lair, thirty-three degrees is where
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| A sonic millionaire affair, stashed up bundles in stairs
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| Unaware that I’m there as they walk down in pairs
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| Say your prayers, the white lion lights 'em up like flares
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| At last got my hands of the solid Grain commander
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| Who see his team gunned like innocent bystanders
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| No remorse, attack and demand the land back (attack)
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| One breath from death, I received a hand back
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| No shit, the keys to the bottomless pit
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| And I carry it out on a ruby-red firey blazed chariot
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| Master reality, words to live by
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| Show no weakness. |