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Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch It's the return of the +Bush Killa+ back to bust Just us for the justice, in God we trust I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light Take the red pill, open up your eyes to life In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles See us overthrow the hold of the devil control And roll deep, keep it underground for the streets I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat Like ants in this war dance, if one fall Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all [reggae chat interlude] [various samples] "This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real events And contains material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP) "Welcome to the show!" "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before" - Dan Rather "We have the best intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop" "You still may know little about" - Dan Rather Songtexte"The C.I.A.'s involvement with drug lords" "This was a, a multi-billion dollar business" "Even more menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A." "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government" - D.R. "In the war", "on drugs" - D.R. "Which side is the C.I.A. on?" "We need a change! We need a change.." {*2X*} "One of these motherfuckers different" Bringing you back what you miss in hip-hop Hard truth sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier radio Word! "Pay attention real close, we just begun" Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the rebel militia Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture Fuck who you askin, I'll tell you what it is It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we live Party crashin, leavin the door with a broke lock And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert Murdoch I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the cyclops And I'll be snipin, campus security bike cops Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin they kids Payback, for what they did to John Africa's crib These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge Can put it down and go the fuck home wrapped in a flag I have nothin but, empty shells for enemies Strike me down, that'll give birth to ten of me Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb Urban combat, next year nigga it's on Aus Songtexte Mania