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nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, its red alert
ThereÂ's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life

United by a dollar sign
Divided by a decimal
Inner revelation
Outer revolution
United by a dollar sign
Divided by a decimal
Inner revelation
Outer

flat
Copper bullet a fly thru yuh New Yankee hat
Nyam bullet like carrot yuh
Madda fuckin Parrot
Mi a talk like dem all dead pon di spot
And him nyam by

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it

Pain

Killarmy

Dirty Weaponry

1998

out, yo

This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
You better make sure your swords sharp
And you got a lyin' heart
'Cause, I strike for the throat

Dolly

Hyde

Faith [Bonus DVD]

2006

It won't be long now till scientists
Program a soul into the A.I.
Accelerated by tools of war
Our science is religion

To bring you back into

Years and years passed by
Domitation of human race
In a binary world lay our existence
No more life, only blurred existence
Uutterly paradoxical

fate 
Disintegrate 
Proxy warfare 
Unending war cults now begin the last 
Silent slaughters 
Resistance falters 
Proxy warfare 

Ten million dead by

torn
Machine Gun
Coup d'état
Demonize the enemy
Abandon humanity

War is the child of man
Nurtured by tyrannical hands
Pawns we are for the establishment

A brainsick society, enslaved by machines

Well, I sit on the roof of my city house
Looking humanity making shit itself
Laughing of god's project of mankind

Pawns of machines
Hell from the sky
Pestilence will crucify
The clouds will glow fluorescent
Above an ashen sea
Power unfathomed
Heat of the stars

you in colors that jump from the shadows

After the war I'll come out again
After the War

Etched on the barrels of whiskey and machine guns
"Airplanes

Being broke but braggadocious of a powerful mind

Police still killing our sons the War's intimate
Non-violent protesters get shot up by White Spremacist

growing more and more
Rank and file
Minions marching
Rank and file
March with the overlord
Rank and file
Notches keeping score by these veterans war to war

on the wings of the dead
Who will remember me
Burned out machine guns
Tanks and an army of one
Soldiers blinded
Marching mindless
By the hand of god
War

to see the states

I hear Oregon's got death with dignity act
Because, I ain't getting hooked up to no machine
With my DNR taped to my cold wheel chair
In

N.Y.C.

Nas

In the City

2008

high
On your own supply
Get burnt by the sun

Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight

N.Y.C.

Nas

In the City [Clean]

2008

out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun

'Cause in the city

a war 

With songs from bursting lungs
Not death from guns
To protect dissent
To resurrect 
Where the rocket's red glare
And the marching machines
Will

When Steel and Bone Meet

Goatwhore

Blood for the Master

2012

Procession by virtue of war, blood stained hands
This fall of creation

Sound this requiem as we ascend, unholy battle until the end
Burning hatred for

of the war, machine guns on the hill
Charge the enemy taking the prisoners, by power of his will

There on that day, Sergeant York
Entered the fray
Saving

premonition 
I'm knock the top ten list out of commission 
All while I'm sitting in lotus position 

Riots, violence, war and hatred 
Another byproduct of what

People passing by
Buying mass-produced dreams
They know they're always right
They never fail in what they try

Everyone of us is just a machine
But