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These Are The Times
[Verse 1] The
televisions have eyes Your modern religion is live Plotting a
collision world wide Watch the
hour glass, the
power class Showing currency for world supremacy Burroughs is burned down deliberately, son We ain't about whats devil level Smell the
gun metal King to mo' man I
read Mao Tse-Tung Feel the
foul taste that run on my tongue Burn a L
for everyone of my sons There so much more than just herb in my lungs Similar to spilt Mercury, With enough force They could've killed Hercules This whole nation was built Virtually, from capital to captivity The
earth could be the
modest [?] You not listening It's cold outside They got the
whole South side Using bar codes, Military blocks on all the
state roads And worse, somebody's chold got hung They took his pants off, Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off The
type of shit that have your brain bleeding They about to start scanning the
back of niggas hands And get your vein reading They call it New World Order But, son, this game is in the
fourth quarter World War 3, don't drink the
water Because... [Chorus: x2] These are the
times that try a
nigga soul Population control, we wasting time chasing gold They after more than your mind They want your nation as a
whole It's time to take off the
blindfold (I know) (A thousand men, a
thousand sorrows) [Verse 2] These are the
times that try my thug sole White collar crime Deaf tones, gold, and drug sold The
truth is never told I
call it black Holocaust Some say all is lost But in the
end Your life is all it costs Pronounce counter [?] Global 2000 [?], what they plan to do In case of emergency They building mad prisons with urgency Son, I
solemnly swear They keep them slugs in the
air Until they murder me Shut down the
government Revelutionaries be loving it Clinton flee the
country in a
bubblejet Trouble is yet to come, For each crime, they trying niggas three times Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme International nickel and dime hustlers Move weight and muscle us around But my army busting rounds Shells covered the
ground for miles Street [?] from here to Capitol Hill And you can read it on a
dollar bill [Chorus] [Chorus 2: x2] I
know (I know) The
time (the time) They trying to take this world (world) Of mine (Yeah) [Verse 3] They breaking windows out with canisters of tear gas Put out the
cannabis We fighting canibals with silver badges I
feel the
madness in the
wind Like a
premonition Dee got the
ammunition Puffing reefer while we cleaning pieces None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus We fight a
war against the
[?] Chevrolet Caprices Whatever way we find feasible Sometime shit be unbelievable I'm seeing skeletons in parked vehicles Put all the
terrible types behind sandbags My philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag I'm talking shit like hand-to-hand, Man-to-man, clan-for-clan What side you stand? Some of us will breakdown mentally Some of us will pass away Overwhelmed by injuries But our victory is meant to be I
studied the
signs for twenty-two years And this is what it meant to me [Chorus] [Chorus 2]
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