my plan of attack is anything but plain and simple
kamikaze metaphores that explode and mame ya mental
got ya face to the paper got my pen to ya temple
holdin ya hostage,the ransom due is all but superficial
kissin you wit my missiles and huggin wit my hollow tip,
bic wit the super grip,rubber to hold no finger prints
ink spills as blood spills stainin the lines in the cement
words written between them expresses my ill intent
to wreak havoc through my lyrics wagin war on hip hop
only way for peace to exist is if all the phony shit stops
until then ill keep it militant like rebel soldiers in iraq
covered in black masks pistol tucked in my socks till i pop
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