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Intro: P.R. Terrorist
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Just enter the 3rd world
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Clear Lines of communication
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Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
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for what they are not what they appear to be
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360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher
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Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up
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[P.R. Terrorist]
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The Last Poet construct the rhyme
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At a self-destruct in your tape deck
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In your walkman or in your truck
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Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block
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Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot
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Heavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat
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Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street
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Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet
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War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete
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Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces
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Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung
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Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses
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Next LP my teams face all up in the sources
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[Reporter]
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Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty.
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That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us.
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[Islord]
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Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in Mecca
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In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots
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To twist niggaz physical like cyclones
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But now I'm in the worst part, with the art
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That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs
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Because, you and your ten cats sat back
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Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough
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Like one swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
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That won the masters, by a landslide
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So pass that grass green cashman jacket
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This way, so I can swerve that a-way
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On my way to the homes of the grains of Shaolin
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With King I Divine, never smile when you enter
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The sector of the Killa Hill 10304
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Just be prepared for war and blood shed
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Because there's no exit and no such thing as three men
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You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps
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And there's definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed
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Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black
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Like the hallways in Alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber
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of my baby girl Nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse
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[Reporter]
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We today have concluded in agreement to end the war
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and bring peace with honor in Vietnam
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[9th Prince]
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Yo, Yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs
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I speak with authority but calm
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Bent back nigga like the hunch back from Notre Dame
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24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks
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I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces
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I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist
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Fight with fatal blows like the white Lotice
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Though this four time expansion at the Wu-Mansion
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Wu-Tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint
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A lenchmen killed off hitler's henchmen
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Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable
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Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable
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The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters
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Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters
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I slaughter like Saddam Hussein, giving killing orders
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[Reporter]
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5 months ago Saddam Hussein started this cruel war against Kuwait,
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tonight the battle has been joined.
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Last Poet
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Killarmy |