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Dictated by war and hate
Supported by those who hide
It lives in your mind
Whatever you may say

Whoever you may pray
Christianity worldwide
{AMB} (2xs')
Its the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
Its the time of the harvest
Your time

{Bonez Dubb}
My ride broke down
At the day of his coronation
He sank down in deepest despair
Hundreds of Russians were dying
By rapture, the sun and its glare

After several
malls and factories
We risk take a cruel fate at a pace beyond gradually
No more crops for us to harvest and feed
Self-seficiency replaced by clone
that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate the vibrant, you
forever standby


Now we can all celebrate
We can all harvest the rap artists of NWA
America target our rap market, it's controversy and hate
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin' 

But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing 

A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
cruising through the strip in Vegas, 
Two of New York's biggest niggaz,
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us, 
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers.
I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
How can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone 
You say that things will
the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
[Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em
gangs bang everyday, I can't stay neutral 
'cause satan hate my gut so the feeling stay mutual 
I'm real with the Son so real is how I come 
I never been
I hate you, break you, Ivan Drago
I'm rushing to put pellets in your pecan pronto
P! Ain't talking money, we can't convo
You pussy under pressure, pa
sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hes phony hes fake that's the type of people hate hey hey hey jada jada! [Repeat: x2] 
If your real and you no it clap your
She got a 2 year old in nursery
And then lately got the sack
She gets a phone call from her mother
And she takes a little flak
Cause she earns all
Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in tip-top shape
I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway

They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my
minute, an hour
Comets caught and devoured by the power

In the cursed room has planted evil seeds
In the land far from removed from Adam and Eve
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't

So I go by Weezy 
Love me or leave