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    Will all these troops please ??
    And all men all equal
    and in thou thy creator
    available right
    and when these rights are destroyed over long periods of crime
    it is your duutyy to destroy, demolish its venom

    War, my skills is this stuff backwards
    I perform for the white kids but do this for the black kids
    To get this ill takes practice I'm takin' over
    the industry with ghetto verbal and tactics
    Hard times build muscle up like the gasses
    I'm inatainless or losin' they minds
    makin' points pissin' on kids
    The streets is ill save the theatrics
    I still treat a bitch like a bitch
    while y'all niggaz is doin' backflips
    I can't trip I guess it's part of the game
    like Ja-Rule bitin' my name
    like MJ glowin' up in flames
    like chickens suckin' dick for fame
    As things change I remain the same
    tryin' to keep sane
    Mo many strugglin' to maintain
    The stress of ghetto livin' can bust ya brain
    It seems the road is paved with less joy than pain
    I wanna regress but I refrain
    If I don't I rage war
    Right here in the streets of New York
    Some talk the talk, but don't walk the walk
    Like Muslems at the corner sport some sell import
    My little brother still out blind and chalk
    They went from forties to the champagne court
    Videos and true lies makin' all the birds squalk
    Little girls butt naked so the ?president's? stalk
    My man say he was guard holdin' the devil's pitchfork
    That's why I'm throwin' rhymes like Geronimo's tomahawk

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    War, many shout it but don't wanna see it
    I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in Viet
    Norm loud talk in the stairs can't do me harm
    Know some niggaz wanna stop it I'm still droppin' the bomb
    Shit is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
    It's still a mystery to you like the 80 seconds song
    Some fight 'til the end some sell out like Uncle Tom
    So much contempt others that's flow with they jelly like napalm
    War, is more than hand to hand and firearms
    It's only won when the mind is calm
    So I study Sun-Tzu and stopped smokin' chron'
    In my left hand riches, long life in my right palm

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