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WILDOUT: "The revolution will not be televised" but it will be omnipotent fed through lines bled through lives and veins ragged through potent poisons leave us trapped its the third damn time i wrote this out, leave you locked up hungry as hell, or dead, left as a scrap, for all those striving, keep rising, street merchants do there jobs, no need to call the police pigs, there jus personal protection hogs, can you blame them, colour seeking bullets are outlined in there job, the government left in shock when the people feel robbed, i feel out of place, this isnt my usual creative space, im in a new day, after my vision of our destiny, with two days left, two more mcs make three we, two brothers, two towers brought down in destruction, emotionally drained with nothing left, but my brother that was just the introduction
BLAK_YUKON: imma graduate on my grind for work the more time spent on my grind accrued interest rates escalates creative was the major now its whatever for the paper chase is on strong back wont crack fall vic to vagabond never burn bridges my peoples in it so on the strength of that connects made my big toe in the door, got it made position mailroom attentant with goals of that view of the hudson intended so these days upon the E train last stop elevator up to the 40th floor
g'morning sortin'more than just files imma destined child early morning still yawning yo dont them planes sound close near over head soaring?'
PG: That’s cause they flying low Off course of course drawing a bead On our livelihood making a big show Headlines should read Holy goddam vengeance We watched that shit burn and fall Nasty fucker’s with vehemence Had their turn to fuck it all Like a game of snooker They won’t get another To treat liberty like a hooker Shame their human brother Our destiny seems fucked to me As we see violence begetting violence Bombs dropping until the whole world silenced Why awake a giant by crushing Peeps who crouch among it ankles? This ain’t Goliath and it ain’t Friendly Ain’t jolly or green check the angles More like iron or even titanium And chalked full of uranium Capable of busting any cranium Across the globe from thirty thousand feet or higher Turn the earth into hell’s fire The sea to a raging abyss Carpet bombing don’t miss And there just ain’t no real love On either side of conflict Holy war crusading or having a jim dandy jihad How much suffering will this inflict? On both sides watch how minds be had Check the Prophetic Guerilla stance The revolution of omnipotence Will be the end of ignorance And it's our only chance
WILD: Did you hear that? somethings wrong, its penetrating the air my family at home aint goin know i was here until.. its too late the flames at the door and i cant see because the smoke has made my eyes sore i guess this is war i guess this is our existance then it hits me..this is it this is my last call, i wonder if my family will see me on the news if i jump out the window its my only chance, someones on the intercom telling us to calm down emergency units are on the way but all of this is drowned out its all behind me now, freefalling after i jump out
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