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the cycle, break the silence 3, 2, 1 she's on the ground, 3, 2, 1 she
gets a beat down every 11 days in this country a woman is murdered by her husband,
We don't like endless cycles
Are take is more than meets the eye
That's our answer yeah that's our answer
'cause we don't care at all

Don't
And the scars my trophies
And by far it's only the start

Your blue skies gray around here
Winter burns, stones won't turn
Cycle frozen
Your day is night
mountains of the dead 
With blood runs the river red 

Hate breeds hate, escalation of violence 

See the flying war machines 
Dropping seeds of fire
But the Fairy Child knew more;
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives
the truth like the bi-ble
To the red bottom soles
All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl
Mad dragon I got the glow
I'm covered in waste I got to go.
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve
red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
shit's all hype dude
Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful
Just be real, that shit's not like you
Man you know these things go through a cycle
Straight from
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
packed on a platform in Brooklyn
Where everybody's pushin', but nobody's lookin'
So I got crushed in the rush for the subway
By the little old man tryin
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
Every second three animals die in American laboratories tortured by crazed vivisectors who burn crush and mutilate starve poison and assault animals
And now it seems
As if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
And now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
to obliterate

[CHORUS:]
But death is the silence
in this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
in this cycle of violence
death is
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
we never did change,
Live through the cycle nigga struggle for the fame,
Money came more so we hustle all the time,
More that we get nigga more that