| Yo, scientists gather in a secret place to debate
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| They photographed the Earth from Space and saw my face
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| They tried to translate the innate asiatic shape
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| Before the final earthquakes came but it was too late
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| Only one eighth of the human race escaped to space
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| They were chased by flying phenomenon to the lunar base
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| Flotillas and space centers, lasers probed the entrance
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| DNA code sensors reject old genetics
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| I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics
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| I was injected with sodium pentathol and questioned
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| I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it
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| I showed them the keypad code and told 'em to enter it
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| I told 'em which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive
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| He snatched it outta my hand and started depressing it
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| I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it
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| He never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped
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| I bowed my head like «I guess this is it»
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| My ears popped, the music stopped and I couldn’t hear shit
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| Adon olam, asher malach
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| B’terem kol y’tzir nivra
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| L’et na’asah v’cheftzo kol
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| Azai melech sh’mo nikra
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| The driver jogged around to the front and opened the door
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| He said his name was Muhammed Jamal and he’d be with me till fall
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| He said the escort service had called
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| And a package would be waiting for me at the window
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| I said, «Thanks», he grabbed my bags fast and put 'em in the trunk
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| Then he ran around to the front, slammed it in gear
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| Pulled off slow, winding down his window
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| And asked me if I minded if he smoke, I said, «No», he drove off
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| Cut my cellphone off, then I swallowed a tablet of Zoloft
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| Went to sleep and woke up feeling kinda lost
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| I asked him what the weather’s been like lately
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| He said he doesn’t mind the heat and hates the A/C
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| Said he had a son who was eighteen and made beats
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| And I happened to be his favorite emcee
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| I said for real, that’s crazy, I meet him later
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| Yo, Jamal could you please do me a favor
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| When we get to the corner stop at the bodega
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| Hopped out the car, walked inside
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| The store’s stereo was playing Feliz Navidad
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| I got a pack of condoms and walked to the back of the line
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| There was three Taliban that was talking very loud
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| One reached in his backside and pulled out a Beretta gun
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| The last word I heard myself say was a four letter one
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| He looked me in the eye and said the drama’s never done
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| Cause there’s 'No Return'
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| Adon olam, asher malach
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| B’terem kol y’tzir nivra
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| L’et na’asah v’cheftzo kol
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| Azai melech sh’mo nikra
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| I heard the ringtone of the red phone
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| Headquarters informed us there was an explosion in the red zone
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| We were ordered to get ready to go
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| And to get into our bio-weapons protective gear and clothes
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| I rode shotgun, my partner Ramirez drove
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| GPS control gave us coordinates where to go
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| Soon as we got there I could feel the hot air
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| For a second I stopped and stared, there was cops everywhere
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| I told 'em we need to get a square perimeter clear
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| We got an hour till nightfall so light some flares
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| I said a twenty second prayer then ran to the second chair
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| The lift that was there, then I waved my hands up in the air
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| To signal that it was clear before I ran upstairs
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| I could barely see, smoke was so thick in the air
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| I was visually impaired and started to get scared
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| I heard a woman scream, «Help!» |
| but I didn’t know where
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| I started screaming back, «I'm not gonna leave you here»
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| Saying to myself, «Damn, it’s hard to breathe in here»
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| Searched the rooms one by one like, «fuck my lungs»
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| Ramirez said the fire truck got stuck by the front
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| I crawled all the way through the foyer to the end of the hallway
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| And seen her on the floor next to the doorway
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| I was half unconscious but I just ignored the pain
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| Helped her to her feet and she had her arm in a brace
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| All this tar-like black stuff was all in her face
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| I radio Ramirez coughing and tried to explain
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| I heard him say something to me like, «It's all in flames!»
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| There was ceiling debris falling all over the place
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| I looked her in her eye, she looked into mine, it was strange
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| Then I blinked for the last time and never saw her again
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| Adon olam, asher malach
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| B’terem kol y’tzir nivra
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| L’et na’asah v’cheftzo kol
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| Azai melech sh’mo nikra |