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chillin in the 73 rollin on 20 inch daytons
on the pavement skating navigatin through the devastation
i look to my way and hasten cause we kno not what we're facin
and alien invasion leaving whole cities dead and vacant

we walk up on the curbs then shoot up the burbs
jay walkin cross streets u see us then swerve
we can read the best part of u like the blurb
ya jus a turd hatin bitch Palin's the word

as im smoking my herb, it occurs to me
that only true rebels will burn the streets
i serve you beats to keep the story goin on
the aliens are here run from their growin bombs
they goin strong and we need a new frontline
lyrics are our weapons that why we pump rhymes

and bunk times where it's important to be near us
the fakes are runnin at us but we know that they fear us
they try to front play shoot an act cool
but when it comes down to it we boot the facts fools

mutual an ostee got their spots on lock
i got my gauge cocked ready to drop on the spot
the streets hot, and we're losing our forces
its an alien buffe and we chosing our coarses
proving endorfins can give us a new battle cry
we go to war now hacking into weapon satelites

tryin to convince the nation that we protect the nation
reject the hatin repsect are state'n select stop fakin
we bet you takin u money for bitin i elect the racin
i rep the station spillin the truth like modern defiance
we the new alliance with riots we violent without tryin

shit theres more of us than there is of you
your scared we'll do, something to flare the coupe
better gear your troops we formin our own army
geurilla warfare better raise the volume on your alarms screams
we are harming anybody who wont join the cause
as we journey across reepin destruction in the form of applause

cause if u dont i'll grab the rope & dagger
u wont be able to cope or stagger the pain
we'll have to hand ya an ass kickin so procrastinate
u assanine we "10" ha abjudicate or abrogate
we foolin fakes cause they all masquerade
as people that can rap but they dont know no facts
some actin all "shady" an stumble upon a relapse

hold up relax dont panic..
this is our planet they can't inflict no damage/
it wont happen and forget the pistols hold cannons/

we'll critically damage ya moms wont recognize they own sons/
take ya sistas fuck they two holes then leave another one/
ill have time to pull my pants up and put the clip in to reload this gun/
runnin? theres no point cuz the scope point red dots on bystanders who witnessed celfs fun/

called up my girl and started the say man hun
i murder ya family and threw'em in the grand canyon
i stand on a bloody carpet looking handsome
hand full of damn tongues and a tampons.EWWWWW

iiin west philadelfia born and raised/
On the playground where I spent most of my days/
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool/
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school/
When a couple of guys said were up in no good/
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood/
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared/
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air/

i whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
if anything i would say that this cab was rare
but i thought nah forget it YO HOMES TO BEL-AIR
i pulled to a house about 7 or 8
and i yelled to the cabbie YO HOMES SMELL YA LATER
i looked at my kingdom i was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air

This story turns to business in an adjacent apartment.
A false compartment in furniture, contains coke from my chemistry department.
State of the art crack, a convenience on my culinary chart. Tear apart the left atrium of a heart
with an awesome anthem intended to bring this forum, income.

a plenary about the plethora that plunge into the depths
the dedication to deception dictates ure hung up by ya neck
we desecrate the vindication an indication means u strung up for respect
a win sensation separating the potent embellishment so i can connect

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