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The evil get rich & fat, in the U.S. The best will starve
Thugs leave our hoods with techs & scars, this test is ours
& ours alone, the start of the conflict
Rise up, rip apart all the nonsense
I got this...
Yo bitch, Exis got bad habits
I'll beef until the rap static turns my enemies asthmatic
The government arrests our brothers like they mad @ us, how sad tragic
These spastics reject our slang, even though they imprisioned us & sexed our dames
We either ran to Canada, or got on the next train before our necks were sprained
I don't respect the game, I'd rather resurrect the best
Inject my name
In the flesh, the pressure leaves sections of guests in flames
Omega - the crest scares vicious, shells turn your chest into spare riblets
Ever since the eviction I've trailed frictionless, until I decided to nail bitches
I lurk in alley ways waitin' for sumthin' to make suffer, take the gun suction to wallets
& stuff it in pockets, until our nations politics revolve around important topics
Like "Why can't I get a job?"
& "Why do we only fight the poor?"
"How are the votes really stored?"
"Why is our economy based on wars?"
"Why the fuck did we elect a coward?"
"Who really bombed the towers?"
"Why is respect so showered?"
Bitch when my money is tight my tech showers, politicians are weak & Exis wrecks power.
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