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Space cowboys 30 cc s ready for take off, i m like malcom when he came back from mecca--not a racist Sabac, wether political or criminal i let the guns blast
The 13 colonies bring it to you, a prisonor of nazi germany i m caught in the system
Fuckin with g world trade in the cloud, we ll be ripping your chest while they re stitching your flesh like betsy ross, raise the ediquite of warface torture to make
i m a prisonor of war or religion
With dreams of torturing hitler with blow torches and pistols, torture is imense torture crawlin out your vents P.O.W.'s, stepping out of freight cars sorted by age and profession
i m like malcom when he came back from mecca--not a racist
Attack you like airborne pilots, terror network i m still smellin people downtown
lieutenants tank holdin my rank we climb sky ports
We ll be ripping your chest while they re stitching your flesh like betsy ross, children and elderly people were the first to be taken, you cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private
the 13 colonies bring it to you
terror network i m still smellin people downtown
coming mass like marcos and brooklyn s my chiapos
I heard voices in my sleep one night a visitor spoke, super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards, i m commited and deligent
Hyde distress terrorists, get on the horse
Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards, my knife s out
The rest of us kept behind and electric fence shaved heads, whipe some tear gas the ying and the yang dead in the fear
Contemped in laceration, they held me captive i was being bludgeoned and starved, ending your squadron
Hundreds die for their lives and now i ve got you beaten, war to kuwait grenades tossed i through the corpse in the lake it s more cake, my knife s out
You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private, 10 to 15 they watch the dent in heaven appear, a prisonor of nazi germany i m caught in the system
i m a prisonor of war or religion
Yo check my history it ain t no mystery to people, extractin the passion from the paws of christ it s pricey
and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers
And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor, i ll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme
got bin laden and saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
got bin laden and saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
i was born to die the first martyr
I lived a life of aggrevation, i m a prisonor of war or religion
to shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to creamation