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(reporter)
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We are at war with the enemy we can't see
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a brutal conspiracy of assassination
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Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders
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(a woman)
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Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!
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(reporter)
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There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear
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(expert)
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Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire
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(reporter)
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it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples
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willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism
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It's time to go to war niggas...
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Get the bulletproof vests niggas...
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word up!!
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chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
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Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)
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Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause
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got high with fly sounds bound the floors
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it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
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I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!)
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Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
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get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that
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I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
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lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume
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brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
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raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) Spill it to bomb, backglot?
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Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout DA-DA-DAZ
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just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
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with energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die
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Split yo' vest from yo' test
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My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
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I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
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the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex
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Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
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strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
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razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital
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I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
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dead maybe cause for this strategy
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fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated
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so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated
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I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden
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follow the prince of thieves,
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I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler
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It's the price of killin' like Kaine did the first murder
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chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
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Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)
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Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars
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when I attack MC's become B.O.W.'s missin' in action
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Shogun the Assason strikes with rage,
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when I engage with Street Wars,
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when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon'
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too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force
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'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes
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My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes
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nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
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commandoes with empty ammo
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We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff county
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Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes
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chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
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Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)
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One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam
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a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men
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Climin' uses race from the sun
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Dom PaChino, Madman, Assassin tracks for Shogun...
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Dress to Kill
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