1: mic geronimo] I format my mind for combat In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe Surrounded by murderous
impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who
by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity From this
he pull out butter knifes Muthafucka I'ma show you who the gangsta All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta? When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row Juve left
pull out butter knifes Muthafucker I'ma show you who the gangsta All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta? When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row Juve left
" *gun shot* What, ("you feel some pain..") It's like this, what, what Check it out, yo [shogun assasson] This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate A fly facer get they thighs scraped And little PUS that's why raped A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake A
back. Kill the white noise until the sun's black. Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered by flocks of sheep, Who square dance circles inside
Resist the atomic menace BY Oi PoLLOi In March 1984 an old age pensioner by the name of Hilda Murrell was stabbed to death when she surprised an
lesson you have learned Tortured by the world till you draw your final breath Terror, hate Murder, rape Through your life trying hard to find out what it means Those who
em for they know not what they've done Their meaning of fun is who could draw the quicker gun Easy with the fizi, settle with the violence Those who disagree
visions, flashes of death camps and prisons No provisions deceived by the devils decisions Forced into a slave Death before dishonor for those men who
was screamin, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you niggas is what I eatin I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe me I'll make
dream - I could see - the bullets rain! I thought it was me who brought these people to the death 'Til I noticed a funny thing, I was standing on the left
kill to save my life. Sonnet IV My point directed at the stranger?s chin, No time was left for severing his rope But shall I murder him or let him in
body still Even if we see it rules got us unable to tell My heart goes out to all those victims who done been thru hell Children molested by these cowards who
call it conspiracy To commit murder in the name of hypocrisy We can't even see who's hid behind the mask of death There's only one word left; "keff"