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to silence me
Ha ha
But you can not escape fate
Well it is my turn to come
Just as you rose you shall fall
By my hands

Amerika, you reap what you sow
with many faces, Girl Scouts find a way
To help in many places along the trails we blaze.
Light the light and do our share,
Reach out your hand
turn it up!
Ah, ah, ah, ah

I'm lost inside America
And I'm turning inside out
I'm turning into someone else
I heard so much about
I'm blinded by
Young cats askin ol' heads 
Teach me
Over beats that reach me
Radiation of a radio TV movie nation on your g'damn mind
Makes ya blind

You don't
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Rap like hell make it sould like heaven
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Black supermen is back as your hero
Here ye , here yo
America the beautiful
Beautiful,
and quick dollars 
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing 
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting 
It's hard to keep control, I
Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain
Misunderstood by most
Few people considered close
It's a very thin line between foes and folks
Slide up
Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain
Misunderstood by most
Few people considered close
It's a very thin line between foes and folks
Slide up
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or do this like punks and punk
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker 
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good 
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missile
While you're eatin'
clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missile
While you're eatin'
low. 
I reach into the back and pull out the 64, 
I took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro
Yo, that drink got me on tilt, 
Ya better sit down
Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and pull out the 64
I took it
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV