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takin' tha world by hostile force 'course it's armageddon settin' it off. makin' it burn to tha last sq. inch rise from tha ashes & get dead bent. event of tha milly get busy mix anthrax wit trax,make the crowd dizzy. who is he da man in tha hazmat suit rock a thousand dolla gas mask a mass of troops. surround you from here to tha capital turnin' tha town psychodramatical. scream encore casualties of war start tha revolution in tha front of tha record store. on it like dat don't need no gat got a molotov cocktail and i'ma toss dat. through tha station erasin' tha secret police summa time i sport a bulletproof fleece. PEACE is tha word that iz not to play cuz a piece of mind is all a nigga got today. so they say hmmm is he a communist cuz tha return address on my notes iz anonymous a lb. in weight set to devastate if you open it your skin will disintegrate. get it straight burn thingz just like kuwait have ya sellin' ya soul like dat ol' heavens gate cult. no ? run me your possesions specially that $ i'ma spend out my aggression. tha tension i mention at a all time high nuff ta make flames engulf da sky, die generation x the revolutions on teevee get yo x-ray specks & check, check da way it all goes down csee if you can save da babies in da background & sound off wit da workin' class trumpet, man on da street 4 president funk it. unconventional wise intentional in my next rhyme i just might mention u. directly got da skillz to connect G 1 for all & all 4 anarchy. dats da cause lock ya doors walkin through hell wit gasoline drawers. applause fate neva denied superfly amplified live like a suicide you decide give us free or crucify everyman want heaven nobody wan die..............
worshipful masta.............

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tartin' it god incarnate i play my part in it ya movin' wit slow gases i be dartin' it. spittin' like a prize fighta when i write a tune that'll spark tha world like a million lighters. flamin' on gettin' game on greater git yo hands up 4 da new dictator. meet your maker in da front and centa circle da club 4 timez 'fore you enter. kneel before da stage u best 2 give praise u know i bomb tracks just like rage a funky sage smokin' purple haze bhudda put it on 4 tha students, teachers and tutors ain't no judas to sell me out or short cuz they all killed they self for thinkin' tha thougt. i'm holdin' court wit capitalist on da street curb yeah smokin' dust with the bilderburgs. drinkin' beers wit my boyz from the c.f.r they gave the date & location of da next rapstar. 2 be assainated it was me but i made it i sold 'em a mailing list of families to be exterminated. they will hate it, they who remain i got tha morals & dogma to control they brain. shorty shit stain is a absolute fascist my stigmata crucify yo body to ashes. u can't match this even if you tried to clone i'll impose martial law to leave yo wack ass home. your all alone to suffa in misery cuz most of ya'll accept my laws willingly. w/o a wimper from you beast of burden don't dare to dream only death is certain...it's curtains. chorus. 2 reitorate i'm tha all time great gonna singlehandedly seige this state & create. a 1 world goverenment 4 my comrads then kindly turn da cattle into savage nomads. my doodads have chemicals for biowar i'll eliminate tha classes they'll be no poor. only scores of dead bodies of those who were fake oh well guess they should of ate that cake. so when tha bourgeoisie rear they ugly head i'll take a wall street journal & beat 'em till their dead. fuck a federal enforcement management agency cuz soon enough they'll be working 4 me. it's like that i manipulate minds and send their firstborn sons behind enemy lines. they won't be coming back, it's a garden plot protesters beware cuz you will be shot. i keep it hot, pressure from below and above this is world domination you get no love. only orders, follow them, rations swallow them your praying for prohets i aint allowing them. it's hell on earth a bleached holocaust premier uppity nigga is tha goddamn boss. knockin' you off not cuz i hate you but my round table groups need what's left of nature. so agitate, agitate and exterminate takin' your daughters to germinate. and populate tha earth with only my offspring thats the way dat my vanity swing. overt over kill coming straight from the heart so long live tha ghetto fabulous masta monarch.
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