This microphone explode, shattering The molds Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha Bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this A co-opt Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of Tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets Bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse They rally round tha family With pockets full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a Library Line up to tha mind cemetery What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an Movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells Rally round tha family With pockets full of shells Bulls on parade
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