| You know that Vinnie spit the flyest shit
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| I’ll burn your body in the fire pit
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| I told you back in ‘96 about the biochip
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| I guess you didn’t feel the god and wasn’t buying it
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| And now it’s time for shit to realign and coincide with it
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| I told you how that they would clone a human being
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| I told you that they share the dough with Europeans
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| I told you that the CIA trained Bin Laden
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| And that the Vatican Catholicism been rotten
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| I told you that the UFOs was real
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| I told you about the crop circles they designed in the field
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| Yeah I tried to teach you about Mumia Jamal
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| Buy y’all ain’t listen to me, I’mma see his freedom or fall
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| I tried to tell you about the real reasons for the war
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| And how the old administration steal from the poor
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| And how the world as we know it ain’t got much time
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| I guess that I can’t make a difference with just one rhyme
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| We signed the unsigned, frontline to backdrop
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| Punchlines are cocaine cooked up to crack rock
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| Chopped up, distributed, baselines they sniffing it
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| Place your order, in half a minute delivered it
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| In thirty seconds feel the dirty weapon in your bloodstream
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| Like ultraviolet rays penetrating through the sunscreen
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| Block McCloud raining down, feel the force upon?
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| Vinnie Paz ready for volcanic eruption
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| Spontaneous combustion inhale the foreign substance
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| Into your soul, fire in the hole, higher than an Empire State
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| While desires to be told is the best kept secret like the pyramids in Egypt
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| Mythic hieroglyphics, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Noah’s Ark
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| Historic blown apart, Napoleon complex
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| With the biggest bomb threat atomic nuclear attack
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| Brooklyn Ac, Jedi Mind Tricks, fuckers read the fine print
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| I told you the underground is over now
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| This the new generation and we hold it down
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| I told you it’s Brooklyn Ac and Jedi Minds
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| Ahead of their times, rebels with them devilish rhymes
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| I told you you don’t wanna fuck around
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| The boys from the hood that’ll stomp you out
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| I told you these little ones is paper thin
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| Fucking with heavyweights, lil' gangster let the games begin
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| I told you I’m a Baptist, baptize your flock
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| My flows is greater than Moses, capsize your yacht
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| My immortal technique will clap nines at cops
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| Act wise your heart might just flatline and stop
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| I told homie I’ll sun you like a tanning salon
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| I warn you it’s gonna happen, Bin Laden after the bomb
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| Can’t see me in, I’m in caves and caverns
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| Still my crazed chatter is engraved inside your brain’s grey matter
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| Send your soul to Jacob’s Ladder, could’ve cashed in the tender
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| Me and Vinnie Pazienza got a plan to make you fags throw
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| Up the flag and surrender, we have an agenda
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| To fight club, got fans that are members, too many cats to remember
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| Revenge of the nerds, murderous pens in my pocket
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| Protector look through the optical lens of a toxic avenger
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| It’s the quiet before the storm, enjoy the tropical weather
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| Cause when we pop it’s like the nuclear bombs they drop in the desert
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| Till I achieve my goal I stay writing in peace alone
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| Reading scrolls deeper than anything Jesus knows
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| See the code, the priest foretold the beast would roam
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| From offshores of the beach of Rome
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| A European orphan three sixes burned in a coffin
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| For Vatican cashing in they get a piece of all this
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| Massive building battle stations way out in orbit
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| Satellites catching sights of lifeforms priceless poultry
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| The technology’s theirs, the money’s corporate
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| They look humanoid but the talk like they dolphins
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| The sonic frequency deafens the human ear
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| I’m not asking you believe, I’m just asking that you adhere
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| My peers, this info is older than life, it’s limitless
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| How you think Aztecs created sundials and pyramids?
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| It came from the chariots of fire
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| The Ac and Vinnie Paz casts a sentence of death to the truthless liar
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| I told you the underground is over now
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| This the new generation and we hold it down
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| I told you it’s Brooklyn Ac and Jedi Minds
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| Ahead of their times, rebels with them devilish rhymes
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| I told you you don’t wanna fuck around
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| The boys from the hood that’ll stomp you out
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| I told you these little ones is paper thin
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| Fucking with heavyweights, lil' gangsters let the games begin |