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symptom breeds

H5N1 Lethal time bomb

Maybe we have earned our urns
We cannot endlessly breed
Our scientific achievements
Nature simply will beat
preach
Little shorties want to be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
The be	 double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-are-A-P
see-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-why-T-O-N-A-V
City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on.
With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the
Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia.
City and Eastside bishops got it goin' on.
With the M.G.'s, Queen street, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' the
Village town, Eastside pain, Crenshaw mafia.
dreams and an h-bomb
But my bomb didn't fall today
Looked at the sky and prayed for metal rain
Yesterday I stared out at the water, lawn chair in the sand
get your caned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Beast keeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global aparthied
the world's biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what
bakin'
And anyone who's fakin' gets a quick anihilation
As we movin' destinations on the music train station singing
'on and on and on'. "on
Heat-seeking bombs DETONATING, I'm invading-VADING
The space station, face me, A-P A-T H-E-T-I-see (I-C)
Now that the light has come to meeee!!
Owww,
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas 

Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar 

without the automatic chemical release 

emergency vomit
destroyed by the nations aggravations
Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops
Snakes rattlin', angels draggin'

Seven head dragons out the Roman
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
Bam! I'll explode, just like I were a bomb 
Flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom. 
Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, 
While
explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
Vision is blurred yo

This is the last chapter
Bombs hit who? Crushed what?
Over there? Oh my god, oh dear
I was hmm.. I think I was *h* movin
Last night!

[A-Plus]
I smoked a bomb sack facial
Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?)
She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H
up and keep it spinning

I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice
the heavens on that space station
And we buggin off grand theft auto
For the PlayStation, what you got faith in
The book of revelations, or media publication