It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple
And we no la de de da i don't care for any people
You based your life off of 50's shit
You don't mean that, you faggot
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline
I know that love it could begin
Women always on a mission
And when i start to rise
It´s the battle of life
Forever in debt to the lord for he's given
I've already accepted my mission
Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats
Plotting, a fictitious mission that's
Theres nothing called mission abort
Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford
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