| Slow wailing of the sirens
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| In the distance I gather the courage to gather my things
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| The clocks ticking
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| Grab a backpack see what will fit in
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| Cuz I’m sitting on a bunch of dirty shit and I can’t flush it
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| Main tractop clamshelled
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| Grab a few G’s and USB keys from the spam well
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| Swiftly picking through the inventory
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| In my fifth story apartment building at five in the morning
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| Beat it down the wet metal stairs
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| Of this rickety fire escape with my bag full of warez
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| Make my high-tops skywalk and I land on the sidewalk
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| Glance over my shoulder as I sprint to the station
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| And I don’t have a clue which agency might be chasing me
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| I just hit the road when I thought they were tracing me
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| Logging packets from an unknown source
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| Now I’m running through this obstacle course
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| Signature whipping of helicopter blades spinning
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| Quickly close on my location the information is good
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| Probably pass on paranoia or just call it coincidence
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| But this incident in particular got me feeling different
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| Cause its obvious pursuit is in play —
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| Every noise I hear converging on me trying to conclude my day
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| A spotlight from the heavens confirming this is a raid
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| And these agents of the state are trying to take me away
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| «Halt — sir! |
| stop where you are
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| Don’t even try resisting you won’t get very far
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| Please yield in your tracks dont make it worse than it already is
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| Kneel and put your hands on your head!»
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| I could listen — or I could race more intensely
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| Is my stamina sufficient? |
| Can my lawyers defend me?
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| I don’t even know to what extent the charges might be
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| But they gotta be signficant they sent in the calvary
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| I’m dashing fast — while I’m weighing these options
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| Either way that I decide I must proceed with some caution
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| Because often people in my place catch a bullet
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| From a trigger happy cop whos just itching to pull it
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| And I ain’t got an armory no glory in dying
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| Luckily not up for murder so no need to be hiding
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| How many years are even possible for popping my crimewave?
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| I’m just another villain with a pulse and a sine wave
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| Stop moving — lock my hands to my neck
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| Drop my bag to my side let my shins hit the deck
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| Resigned to my fate guess I will face the music
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| Reflecting on my past and then how to get through this
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| Wondering who could’ve been judas — I was careful enough
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| Now I’m totally surrounded and I’m put into cuffs
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| Shoved in back of a black suburban
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| My future nebulous and uncertain
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| Uncertain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night Terror , by - YTCracker. Song from the album Introducing Neals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп