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The war is spiritual psychological disturbingly diabolical … This is street
Vietnam
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They shatter the spine of the spirit, mind manipulator colonizer, true bombe
and use bullets that pieces while “They” burn my soul with nap-om
3 They point out where ancestor lay, the
hunter is all talking about his cunning tricks to get the prey, “they” told me
ashes to ashes but I aren’t really being gone
4 We pick up arms, immune to the crocodile
tears with the serpent tongue charm take aim I stay calm that left us distorted,
I done heard this before but it’s not the same old song
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Guerrilla warfare in love and war there are no rules that makes
round 2 fair demons angels watching I say
“pull up a chair”, Blessed with gorilla forearm I hit them with Bhuda palm
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Holy war, my mother kiss my forehead, I put my hand on heart in case don’t make
back home “but momma don’t be scared, the Star of David in my soul so I hit
them another psalm
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Angry, you dam right give me the whip
and you take my place against the tree of slavery, let me take your baby, Nah
bra , I am from Africa don't tell me to keep calm
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