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by the dawns early light, the night wicks offa dynamite sticks/
its like mixin politics with personal kicks/
beefs and trouble, pieces and rubble/
muffled sounds, scuffled and shuffled/
heads are all armed with picks and shovels/
my source of ligement stress/
dealin with immenant death, deminishin breath/
commision politians with sins of confess/
peeps are left shook like Richard Prior/
sittin on your washer and dryer, lying on live wires/
jet fighters, battleships and ground forces/
remorseless cause of action, stackin up corpses/
radiatin pollution from depleated uranium bombs/
cancerous conclusions, tumors and cranium spawns/
drawn oil, from pillage soil, entire civilizations spoiled/
scarred casualties of war with stripes and stars deployed...

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lol apoc is on some illness shit with that no doubt,all the soundefects and shit is ill too.
you heard wha ti thinks already dun.
wahid