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when attack
A hundred times, more power, poundin' media shower
I confront you wise man or spring off like Geechie Dan
In a land, enchanted by crystal
threaten the power that they cherish 
Whatever you go through in a police cell is nothing compared to the suffering inflicted by Governments 

The state
saying whack words 
No power to (durhust) just a few yes men 
Raising the question of who gave you a contract 
They should be fired you're officially
The coffins are ready, the death warrant signed
Depression has swiftly set in
Inimical powers against humankind
This charnelhouse ensanguined

Mortis
and weedy beast, he was something like a racehorse undersized
With a touch of Timor pony, three parts thoroughbred at least and such as are by mountain
[Shaggy 2 Dope] (Violent J)
I punch bitches in their fake titties (He Does)
I got warrants in like 8 cities (He does)
I like to murder those
rhymes that cleanly love ya
Go round the world, you wake up early and yet you still ain't seen enough
Rhyme a republican, you demo-crap already
Kept
for hours, slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco
This
slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco
This the theodore, drunk
Owww! 
Get on down [x3]

[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose 
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
the demos, put insurance on tapes
A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
If we win against the house they
So push 'power' and you'll hear the Grand Wizard fade it

Yo Box
[ VERSE 2: Juxe Box ]
The time has come that I serve and you observe
You want
to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold
Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done

I don't
of phlegm 
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend 
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion 
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across
Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band,
Local shows, t-shirts, EP's, no plan,
Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords,
They wanted more guitars
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing
To do but hate on staks shit
high speed for life
You can tell it any way you like
Any story homie I was raised up by the Christ
Still dead man walking, Green Mile
Go and check my
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?

Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
It's the power move (yeah)
It's the power move (yeah)
Peace to the power move (yeah)
It's the master plan (word)
Peace
To the master plan (yeah)
the body's guest,
Upon your impish arrant
Let none be guiled by false confession
Truth shall be your warrant
Fly soul for your body must die

But for those who
arrogant. Can why'all blame him?
It was straight embarra**ing how why'all played him
Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine
Every motherf***er
to listen to
What he can say to you" What you ought to do 

Is follow for now, power of the people, say,
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical"
Black is