| Mortar shells is causing hell
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| Words rock and propel, dropping like water on your noggin in a Chinese torture
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| cell
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| Thoughts as flawless, priceless
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| Poppin' the radio loud and join at death like silence
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| Mindless, poppin' the virus
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| Smuggling migrants as spies for the weapons that you harness
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| Assasinate em' like Tornts
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| Going against the Vents rough on your kids like divorce
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| Shifty like Oliver North
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| Enemies drink my piss like Poliver, this might bother ya Midnight warrior choreographing horror
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| Seen the future — There’s no tomorrow
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| Shut the mouths of doubt, just like Jimmy
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| Strap with a bomb up in the back like gimme
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| Too crocked to fight, attitude suck
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| Hard To Kill try and word em' up Ah yeh, 2007
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| Another year, another pay check
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| Time to start thinking about who realling running things
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| Who really telling you how to act
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| How to think, how to dress, what to eat, who to hate, who to love
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| Who’s right, who’s wrong, who’s the enemy
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| Somebody talking different, looking different
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| Or that man who’s paying both your wages
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| Time to start thinking 'bout who really want you to get along with eachother
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| And who don’t
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| Time to think about who’s fucking killing your brain with that bullshit
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| Killing your body with that bullshit
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| That’s why I stay hard to kill |