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our burdens doubled, Egypt oppressing the people
But he said God would deliver us
From this bitterness, this is our exodus
Fast forward to the last
to Mexico?
And then there was this big shot, from the land of the risin' sun.
He said the workin' people in America were lazy and dumb.
Well let me tell
or a province, our style is uncommon
From Sumner to Tompkins to Lafayette Gardens
Wyckoff, Gowanus, in they army jacket linings, yo
This goes out to my cats in
me until I felt dead
Do you think it'll hurt? Is the last thing I said
I feel like I'm up, I feel like I'm done, it's something I cannot run from
cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint
of the Pharaoh
Pharaoh slaughtered millions of children
But this one became son of Pharaoh's daughter
Moses, drawn out from the river
Take off your shoes, you
Carbon life fore homies where's my armies
Free humanity we're not nazis
Flip the script and no more playing patsy
Know they're slaying us the gig is up
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep
Into a terrible past
Chaos and war on the plains of Dunkeld
The armies of darkness amassed
Is this a twisted dimension?
Is this true reality?
A symbol
to Mexico?
And then there was this big shot, from the land of the risin' sun.
He said the workin' people in America were lazy and dumb.
Well let me tell you
holes in designer sweaters (Bozo)
All my niggas are demons
The sticks chop without reason (Up 'em)
Flash is God seen by these heathens
New York's a war
speak the dollar slang
If you want to leave be hanged
Your day is full of hentai
Born
Conform
Produce
Consume
We can save
Ourselves from you
We can save
with this army you burn all your ends
Look in the mirror, all you see is your pain
Look in the mirror, you're covered in shame
Look in the mirror, your
baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd
I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke from
happen that way cuz as I was skateboarding by in a bowl
A beautiful girl dropped from above into my arms
Harms coming to thee that dont listen to me
When I
by my side
Out that grave he's alive
Demons tremble at his sight
We on a mission to bring them to Jesus
Don't get in my way this is not what you want
Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but
got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'cause it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army
somethin' that I just don't know
How can you make things better when you
Take our jobs, and send 'um down to Mexico?
And then there was this big shot
From
You're from Canada dude
You don't have enough followers
Ay yo, all of this chatter in the background
Listening to the noise when you're climbing can bring
from his neck and body
Left to die on the ground, he′s dead
They are killing
When he looks up and observes the shades
Are mixed up in this battle, a lot
got it going on
With that candy paint plus that ???
So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So
about it
If you live by it, your going to die by it
Watch your words, you can lie about it
Capping rap niggas you all be quiet
A gun is useless
If you are
kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this
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