| I’m at the drug lab trying to figure out my next move
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| I’ve gotta make this raw street hop break through
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| This criminology rap that slash fake crews
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| Like insanity that make front page news
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| I’m the head trauma that makes your scar face bruise
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| MCs nowadays lose with bars they use
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| There’s a war between Heaven and Hell, which do you choose?
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| No matter what side homes you gotta pay dues
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| My central intelligence was birthed in my residence
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| Downtown tenements were grim and no elements man
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| I live my life while the wicked try ending it
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| My brain’s more fucked up than joints with a stem in it
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| Your weak shit I’m deading it all for the cause
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| I’ll be crucifying your lies live on a Jesus cross
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| We hold our own court when truth is the judge
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| I got hollow jurors that give out guilty verdicts in blood
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| These words that I live by
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| One day I might die by
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| Make my mom cry
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| Will this shit get worse for me?
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| The CIA murder me for talking in third degree in a state of emergency
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| Still make the world panic more than gang faggots lead masses
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| Go beyond banging, fuck religion
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| Meditate with the poised, I’m ramming horns with the Jewish
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| I’m talking? |
| moves than speak agnostic when I walk through Jerusalem
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| Cleanse you, come and swell out your Lakota-Sioux
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| We’ve been through the stars, seen the birds named Jesus
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| His ink clues write truth aimed to wake the youth
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| Before they waste their talent, end up locking a shoot
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| C’mon, I’m culminating when I’m in the meridian
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| Illumination, fuck being an idiot
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| A master mason when I’m building my pyramid
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| Medicine man blowing up the schools of Americans
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| I’ll let you go tell a friend, determination to leave my fam
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| In war to cross dope we kill a minuteman
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| I’m living paranoid, I think it’s the end
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| July 10th the Earth wept when I took my first breath
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| We deal up with a system designed to confuse niggas minds
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| And it’s worse when the people divide
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| Fighting titans, ruling the Earth’s tyrants
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| Evil alliance trying to blind us and changing the ancient god sciences
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| Instead of taking knowledge and applying it
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| The devils reversed the knowledge and gave us the spell of leviathan
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| God became dark, meaning a dark star
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| Represented by Anubis am I losing y’all?
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| Hope y’all ready for war, I be busting
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| Turn the trumpets blow to signify the end for us all
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| With a tent, a canteen, and a chrome .44
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| Not dealing with man’s rituals but with God’s laws
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| And I know I’m on the list for the things that I spit
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| The government act as if the artists are terrorists
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| They terribly pissed because the kids listen to this
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| And get influenced by the music so they can’t tell em shit
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| This is rebel music, nigga raise your fist
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| The words that I speak a nigga live and die by this
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| I’m just a poet with an ancient soul
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| A master teacher that knows how to break down speak in code |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C.I.A. Murder Me (feat. Chace Infinite) , by - Sick Jacken. Song from the album Terror Tapes, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп