[Verse 1]
With the tastelessness that is served up to you.
You can only become a terrorist
But who shall honor my heroic death
The world revolves around issuing papers
That work like lots
Wack Mcs want to indoctrinate the youth
Like the dogs they train for the Soko. (special police)
If they could, they'd collaborate with Bono.
Do something good to put your logos on.
For a hope-giving song engage children in chorus
You are shameless.
Once I become a terrorist.
My target won't be an airport or a train station
It's your concert
And I'll blow myself up when you scream "Hands in the air."
Instead of cuddly toys body parts fly onto the stage and my spirit
Goes to the mic and freestyles

[Vocal/hook]
My mind is like a bomb and I'm blowin' up the planet
Because my creation terrorizes the whole nation
(Scratched x4)
Cause I blow up spots like the World Trade Center

[Verse 2]
There are no limits
People with compassion for animals
Gods with compassion for people
For fear of the anthropomorphic description of the world.
I canceled my paper subscription.
And that goes to the pigs that people keep for the production of meat in masses.
boycott the shit you eat
To convince you, I grunt my manifesto
I'll pacify the masses.
And let people applaud
Feed them with your sons
Till their bellies burst
Show me your loyalty
In heaven await you truffles and sows
Enough of this
I'm chasing Wack Mcs through their neighborhood with more local knowledge than the Vietcong.
The hip hop elite are a bunch of adapted idiots.
Want to grade what I do

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