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On shift from nine to five 
Then from six to three
Steals the soul machine forever tuning

Class rebellion 
Under our noses 
The boss is
On shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul
Machine forever tuning
Class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding on the living corpses
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine 
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out
Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, but the armor you
Wore was mine, I will not rest until
Hector's blood is spilled
His
Dead
or Begging Quarter
Torn to Shreds by Obese Vultures
Fossilized in the Desert Sand
We are the Breath of Horns
Hot as the Desert Wind
We are
Eternal flame above my headstones
The set that I claim is null
X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull
A raging bull 'til I'm paid in
pants till I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue
Yeah!

It was Gatlinburg in mid July
I was gettin drunk but gettin by
Gettin
at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"

[Verse 1:]
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
the E' the coke, n****z
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know

This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my
featuring see Murder 



Verse 1 (C Murder) 



I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues 

Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Seeing that this blood sequence
Is most unfortunate
Hallowed be thy immortal
Free from constrictions

And that ridiculous boundary
Called life
of the Vodoun faith
Revenge in store for enemies they hate
Soon to die awaiting to arise

Doomed to die by a malevolent curse
Carnival of chaos
Symbolic
OUTRAGE!!

[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here's another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
Nicole Kidman in the wind, niggas is wild, niggas is eat
Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud
Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we
twice and past dreams, crime if you ask clean
Quick fast, the poison has entered the blood stream
Psychological master, consequences of tragedy
[Chorus II:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
My song and my word are iniquitous -
Gathering assemblies in days gone by!

[Chorus III:]
(FIRE BURNS WITH THE) PILLARS
Calvary. Is this what it takes to make them believe?
He rose in three days.
The stone angelically removed from the grave much to the murderers surprise.
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone

Dig a little hole, not three inches
EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....

[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
hookers by the miles 

But still my pop's got three jobs to stable 
A family household and food on the table 
So as we pray for all our souls to keep