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Scored primed and packed geared up
Rules are none move with the pack
Chopped and spread lines reflect white
Reasoning fades
Into the second day
At night the baby brotherhood and the inter city crew
Fill their pockets up with calling cards
And paint their faces red white and blue
Then they
At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew
Fill their pockets up with calling cards
And paint their faces red white and blue
They go
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
with a stick, I'm a schizophrenic

Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin'?
When I fall asleep I find myself fighting a demon
I said
Is this shit real?
of me I don't see why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son
Demons fighting you, it's dark
Let me turn on the lights
why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son, demons fighting you, it’s dark
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me
why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son, demons fighting you, it’s dark
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me
why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son, demons fighting you, it’s dark
Let me turn on the lights and brighten me
The red is for the blood we all shed fighting
The black is for the nights we fight with no lighting
The white is for the clouds from witch we came flying
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
mistaken, a Roman and a German met a Viking
On an island that was occupied by Britons
They became the British after fighting
And they merged into a Titan
me, I owe my life to you
But for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do
But it just dawned on me you lost a son, demons fighting you,
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
jack, they whack

Get down on your lay flat
Careful where you try'na take that
Still picking up lines by the fist
Sixth time, you don't play that
5 guys fighting 5 other guys for a hole. Just like being in a nightclub! And off course tennis was invented by a women, 'cause that's just her doing:
Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist