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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

I run with Puerto Rocs, Morenos, Costa Ricans, and some Guidos 
My bullets quick and fly around your head like they’re mosquitoes 
The mark they leave inside your body smaller than a needle 
The fiends here get their rock and roll like they’re the Beatles 
I’m from Philly and the killers on the block is my people 
And that’s regardless of the fact they’re moving rock and diesel 
It ain’t nothing for me to bust a [bad word] shot at people 
For me to run up on your spot and bust a Glock at people 
And my fam, they’re waiting patiently to clap a round 
My hands are strong enough to spin the earth and crack the ground 
My crib like a gun store, Vinnie keep the heaters 
And [bad word] with me only gets you close to meeting Jesus 
The man that tried to battle Pazienza, he’s in pieces 
That goes for anybody else that Vinnie P. competes with 
I’ll die for any of my cousins that I run the streets with 
And for the [bad word] that I share the m-i-c with

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*Scratching*

[Verse 2: Randam Luck]

It’s starting to pour, stepping out the crypt and the morgue 
hockey mask cover my face, a hunting knife in my palm 
We murdering y’all, Randam Luck, Jedi Mind, gun to the jaw 
We clap the metal till we finish you off 
I’m just a ghost doing recon exposing the coast 
With the skull in Toronto or I’m a man on at home 
We the coming of the Messiah getting rid of the poor 
Tapping the beef like a butcher in the kitchen of gore 
I [bad word] batter you, shatter your clavicle 
Tactical individual creating these lyrical [bad word] miracles 
On the steps of the White House ramming the doors 
Shaking the [bad word] pillars till the government falls 
With that raw [bad word] coming out the mouth of the beast 
mercenary upon the altar ready to feast 
My piece is ?, pointed at you ready to blow 
The saga begins, kiss the ring of Don Corleone

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[Verse 3]

I’m the [bad word] Fourth Reich, black [bad word] [bad word] with a knife 
Party like dance, we bring a torch to the fight 
We meet in dark streets, chicken [bad word] I can hear your heart beat 
Your whole steez constantly reminds me of gynecology 
Pork your [bad word]  in this game there’s no room for rookies 
My jock strap is ten inch so [bad word] your larynx 
Our shoes big as us, you couldn’t fill it with a semi truck 
I feel like that so protect ya necks and stuff 
Extortion, plagiary, assassination, perjury 
Erase history, pages missing from books remain a mystery 
Is our conspiracy really ? reality? 
Seriously if it’s evil then it falls into my category 
Rape these cheques like a statuatory invite into Ron Jeremy’s orgy 
That’s totally another story 
We got [bad word] popular, night breed like Dracula 
The way I flip [bad word] you’d think I invented the spatula

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[Verse 4]

Yo hold tight, let me recite my words sparking 
This gold mic is like fighting Tyson in the dark 
In the back alley I rally my people for the breakthrough 
Cali to the fullest, Randam Luck always stay true 
The real deal underground sound living prophesy 
new world democracy, apocalyptic odyssey 
Gotta be the policy, constantly they follow me 
Tapping my home phone so they can know who’s calling me 
Cold blooded and rugged, they’re taking your rights back 
Now’s the time to rise up, we ready to fight back 
Armoured factions spitting true to the masses 
Conspiracy theories surrounding government actions 
Their tactics controlling your passion 
They’re stashing classified documents so nobody knows what happened 
Collapsing in buildings, you’re asking for loose change 
We digging for answers, leave us hanging like Hussein

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