| Armed and dangerous, the man renames nameless
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| The face though is famous
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| Movin' shadows, cut you up though, somethin' shameless
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| Knife dallaba, white horse gallaba
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| Gold plated, swingin' with the double-edge sword, excalibur
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| The fiery-red, seven head blue-eyed devil
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| Hollow be thy name on the sixty-sixth level
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| My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step
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| Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept
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| Words to Live By, the human eye, can’t identify
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| Can’t lie, die before the day I rat and testify
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| Never talk, or you can chop my head, with the tomahawk
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| Damned if I can’t fuck you, let my man a walk
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| Took an oath for you and me both
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| Sworn to secrecy, the plan is to expand like growth
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| So, remember that, can’t turn your back on the pact
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| True fact, so what’s your next plan of attack, now?
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| Whatcha gonna do
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| When time’s caught up with you
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| Yea.
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| What I live for is what I’ll die for
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| Revolutionary Third World War, got guns galore
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| Master Southpaw, right hand jammed to the jaw
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| Last thing that he saw, was a left at the floor
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| I always tell my old man pops, I’m goin' out gunnin'
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| Turn our asses into liquids, and we’re off and runnin'
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| Prepare for what’s comin' and that’s it
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| Takin' one shot and gettin' hit in this world of shit
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| My roots stem straight from Bethlehem
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| Starring three wise men, Heavensent, livin' Old Testament
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| Mosaic, poetic, Judaic by genetics
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| Those who speak don’t know, and all semetics
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| God forbid, me as a kid just caught in the mid
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| Of the code we live, eye for eye and tooth for tooth
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| Regroup the youth, stare them down and teach them the truth
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| Organized revolution, yeah I got proof
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| Now what?
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| Whatcha gonna do? |
| It’s on you.
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| Time’s tickin', the plot thickens
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| Yo, for this conversation, don’t leave the phone
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| Don’t speak to soon, meet the hand of your doom
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| It’s on a need-to-know basis, watch out for two-faces
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| I know about some unsolved homicide cases
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| If it come down to it, what am I gonna do?
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| Put your life in my hands, I’ll take a bullet for you
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| Brother-to-brother, in life and in death
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| Expand as the words of a mother are just poison as breasts
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| It’s so funny, seen most sell their soul for money
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| In a land once filled with mad milk and honey
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| Human sacrifice, man’s vice, fire and ice
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| Livin' person, every man’s head has a price
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| Cut-throat, no suicide note, armor-plated under the coat
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| Level four is your antidote
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| Grown men you never know when your whole world could just come to an end
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| Keep the faith 'til then, though
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| Remedy. |