Man On The Left Speaks: "And My Three Co-Workers And I, Give Our Words To Help FIGHT THESE TERRORIST!...And Bring Down The Establishment For Wich THEY SPAWND!"
*Audience Gives A Standing Ovation*

Among Curuption Stands The Faces Of Success And Political Justice...
As The Streets Drownd In Malice From One To Another, Rather Then Trust Them...
An Empire Perched Apon Greatness's Shoulder...
These Men's Ghosts Reach For The Surface Each Day They Grow Older...
And Bolder Stands These Stone Faced Crusades...
Lips Sown By Pressures And Petagree, Unwillingly They Aid Wars...

*Man Franticaly Runs In The Room And Wispers Into The Man On The Lefts Ear*
"Sir, The Israli Goverment Is On The Phone,They Need More Funding"
*Man On The Left Ends The Meating And Leaves*

These So-Called Men Of The People And Law...
Give The Media What They Want To Hear And Not About The Events Wich They Factually Saw...
September 11th Lay Thoulsands Of Lives To Rest...
But Withought The U.S This Event Couldnt Have Let...
They Went From Poverty To Millions, 110,000 From Zero...
Now We Know Why Are Stone Faced Politics Step With A Bitter Sweet Smile...
Cuz All The While Had Our Criminals, But How Ironic Is It We Help Them To Make Our Four Men Look Like The Heros...

goverment types dicussin/
how to cut out all the fussin and cussin/
stop us n!ggaz from bussin/
apease the G's or somethin/
but theyre all tricks no treats/
they'll give, but can't take beats/
rather release the caged beasts/
than make it even on these streets/
congress digress, and digest/
the meat of our beef/
but their dirty hands reveal/
all the dirty deals,/
that our countries done/
the secret wars and weapons stores/
been grimey since WW one/
c'mon son, the infantry are destined to die/
be all that you can be, now thats a government lie!/
civillians die, so i ask why they terror us?/
only terror i know is the terror i feel from bush/
blair follows blindly, and britannia gets bruised/
the rich always seem to win but the poor they always lose/

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death is in the faces, if so, then life is left faceless/
swet dripps like blood, leaving desicration and hatred/
wrong things happend at right times in a dwindling relation/
past gets tense cuz the futer takes the glory/
If knowledge is power then wat does politics do for me/
four wrongs that erase four rights/
I struggle wit my inner demons in unbalanced sword fights/
and while my hand writes, my thoaghts processess strategy/
If I only had a dollar for every known and cauzed fatality/
my reality is, I dont know who stares at me in mirror at night/
Im too scared to look back at it, death is frightened by life/
Poeticly insperated to keep moving through the ashes/
emfatuated by blood, and how quickly time passess/
Dust to dust, every though is conjointed like twins/
forming yet another domon to add to these four souls with in/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

owe them money you will get ya face broke\\
they creep up behind ya and choke you out like smoke\\
our they hire hands to snap yo ass like you a rubberbandman\\
so dont slip up and cheat em outta sum gramz\\
bcuz tha first gangsta's will shoot up you and ya mans\\
come on dawg you aint stupid you seen scarface\\
drag you ass outta you home and not leave a trace\\
so kids dont fuck wit tha mob, they clock niggaz like they checkin in for a job\\

half- ass but ok

As tha mafia rose up from look at tha grave of their brotha//
They all knew that soon it would b anoutha//
All looked down at tha grave stone which labeled R.I.P.//
They all knew about this one they would never see//
The guy on the right was thinkin how he failed Chris//
It was his fault he died and he will b tha one everyone miss//
The person on the left is thinkin how 2 pull of the next drug deal//
But all of them 2 gether are thinkin that this shit cant b real//
It is tha Italian mafia they're family they cant fall apart//
They gonna keep every feelin inside like a Wal-Mart shoppin cart//

Mafia Funiral....

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As Life Goes On Mixtape Try Outs All Good Audio Heads Peep

where four infectious minds breed hate...
bloody lies of impurity drip from the hands of injustice
brows furrow and mouths turned down in scorn hiding fear...
bodies blend as to protect the close minded-ness of theyre peers
hiding behind the mystery of dark naked eyes...
they must mold in a wall of themselves...
to hide the tragedy of truth in how our soldiers really died....

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"QUOD ME NUTRIT, ME DESTRUIT--AUT VINCERE AUT MORI"

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