| Information, information, information
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| I am 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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| The warning y’all, this is a warning yo
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| (Listen up, the code red)
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| Code red (Yea yea yea)
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| This is the code code red
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| (What?) Yo yo you’ve been warned
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| (Uh-huh)
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| This a warning yo
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| (War nigga) Code red
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| Yo yo, I came to warn you, strike and swarm you
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| Inform you, knowledge born you
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| They’re on you, cameras in corners
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| Men who take orders, closed quarters of slaughters
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| Tell ya sons and daughters
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| Behind the closed doors it’s an old wise man
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| With the power of destruction at the palm of his hand
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| Understand, how it got there is this
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| Not a mark in his list, white face, data risk
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| Son he couldn’t miss, his chance to pull the strings at his dance
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| Control the whole world through the power of trance
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| How you see it?
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| From the outer circle runnin, I’m an inner circle gunner
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| Clocka, holdin my block down, dope beat, polite sound
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| Dump, you heard it through the track in the speed bump
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| You need somethin to rush off, here take this poem
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| Inject it in ya vein, real strong
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| Don’t dumb out, there’s more than three ways for you to come out
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| There’s mental state, check the medallion plate
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| Myself know what time it is, release, I got somethin to give
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| Are you driven? |
| Are you strickened? |
| Yo it’s sickenin
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| I hear it too much, control the Dutch, clutch my hand in a ball
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| All I need to know is when it’s time to brawl
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| Before you walk you gotta crawl 'fore you stand too tall
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| Feel ya own height, seen you stagger through the scene on nights
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| Don’t understand ya kind, this just a warning, a warning
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| Yo this a warning, I look and see a new day dawnin (Warning)
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| This a warning to every man born and sworn in (This is a warning)
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| The Remedy, I look and see a new day dawnin (Warning)
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| Watch this catch like a wildfire, burn in the blaze
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| Release those of you, most of you were caught in the maze
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| We got six million ways to shine like sun’s rays
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| So do what we do to get through the last days (the last days)
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| Try to listen to the science of life
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| Anythin but that mean you don’t give a fuck about your’s
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| Until ya door’s kicked in by Mac-eleven machine men
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| Army green men but not the ones that’s toys boy
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| That’s for sure, if not in case you’ve been warned
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| I roll with a Clan that swear they raise they right hand
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| And smash ya with they left, appear an injustice, it’s right there
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| Get sent back to the essence, kid you wildin like an adolescense
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| In c-seventy culture, get hung like a wanted poster
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| Trust me, and Rem-D, ain’t the ones to contest G (This is a warning)
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| You totally desobeyed the first one, break you and fire at you, I know it
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| Hurt done
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| Follow instructions, the black gun pulls like suction
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| Evil minds plot destruction, corruption
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| +Az the World Turnz+, born into a system of third degree burns
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| With no knowledge there’s no wisdom, we all fall victim
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| Sign of the times, society’s lost, controlled, read between the lines
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| (Warning)
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| Yo it’s late night, come up in ya bank
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| Computer flippin, microchippin
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| Insert the disk in, see who’s worth a million
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| They come for the killin, we know where you livin
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| Come kick ya shit in
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| Comes the door and three or four men pour in
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| Yo you upstairs snorin, we in the safe, panel floorin
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| Come and go like we tourin, bottomline is we scorin
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| Half way across the country by the mornin
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| The Remedy with the Clocka quest
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| Through ya treasure chest, comin up in anybody’s rest
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| Yo peace and God bless, warning yo
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| This is a warning yo, this is a warning yo, this is a warning.
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| Code red warning, yo, code red, code red
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| I’m all in it for the beef, save the barkin for the real dogs
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| Born and sworn in, this is a warning, yo.
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| This is a warning. |
| (Warning)
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| Uh-huh, you’ve been warned
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| Come to warning (This is a warning)
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| Lyrics spit like shots to ya police
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| Killa Bamz, the best thing since yeast
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| Don’t have the gold why you cats is brass?
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| Solo kids you talk to fast, I peal with math
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| WTC, world war predicate law, hundred percent raw
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| Rock the universal crown, all Wu-Wear down
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| Nobody jokin, lyrics leave ya camp backbones broken
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| Broken.
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| This is a warning
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| Remedy, the Remedy
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| This is a warning. |