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"In this country a man's is his castle.."

[Sir
I've jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - revenge is fun! And I'm that one
to make you with a shotgun
On Donahue they they had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't to your school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter dreams
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one loco bro to dispose of you
and your crew
I ain't a house nigga a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to {*choking*} believe the hype
Cause this ain't the jungle
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't here!
A Nazi and you ain't never Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you found a brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, it ain't no thang
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine
Long range scopes for the whole damn
Hangin outside a club Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
he is, walkin in the Levi's blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his
I can't solve racism a gat
but this is where my head's at - get em with a back!

"You ask me the around here
been treated awful bad for a time.."

[The One]
I've been this, I gotta fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
em to a cross and burn em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this would
skinheads jackin
All up in the crib for takin my force
I had to North
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
Burned a cross in front of the
they could get my race to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak - through the temple
The One is talkin trouble
Blastin skulls into of puzzle
Damage em so bad, can't stop me
Not enough left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, to his forehead
I hit em hard and it hit the
I and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some are worth killing for"

Mix-a-Lot]
They burned a cross in my yard, a brother off guard
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a pump
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
There's one - roll the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It done til the punk stops breathin;
Kunta Kinte get even!
It goes like when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
kinda large and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my and they tried to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, dipped in
I got a black stocking cap yanked over my
is takin rationality's place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm or black
I yank my mask - has been a jack back!

"These were trained activists.."

[The Wicked
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux
and the Aryan say I am!
What's the skinheads out to getcha?
The of Hitler
Now I got a attitude
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the days of
They many black men from a tree
We fought to be real hard
and the black man's freedom not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll any skinhead racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the morgue'll be in body stacks
Memories due to the jack
Caught the of the skinhead clan
You know the one the spraypaint can
him with a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
Then I a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked message in a bloody
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"