| This is war with no weapons, marching with no stepping
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| Murder with no killing, illing every direction
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| First, no sequel, do the math, no equal
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| John with no Yoko; |
| more power, less people
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| And no, I’m not afraid of that, print it in your paperback
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| Every rap is made in fact to act as a delayed attack
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| Every phrase a razor blade that’s saved until they play it back
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| To slay and leave 'em laying on the pavement, bang, fade to black
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| In the wastelands of today
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| Where tomorrow disappears
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| While the future slips away
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| And your hope turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today
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| Roll credits, you get it, the show is done
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| They’re talking for just talking, but meaning, they got none
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| None of 'em come proper, they talk like a shotgun
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| But how many got bred with integrity? |
| Not one
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| So no, I’m not afraid to see you suckers hold a blade to me
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| Ain’t no way to shake the ground I built before you came to be
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| Take it how you take it, I’m the opposite of vacancy
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| And this is not negotiation, y’all can hate and wait and see
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| In the wastelands of today
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| Where tomorrow disappears
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| While the future slips away
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| And your hope turns into fear
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| And your hope turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today
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| In the wastelands of today
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| When there’s nothing left to lose
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| And there’s nothing more to take
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| But you force yourself to choose
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| In the wastelands of today
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| Where tomorrow disappears
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| While the future slips away
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| And your hope turns into fear
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| And your hope turns into fear
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| In the wastelands of today
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| In the wastelands of today
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| In the wastelands of today |