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"In this country a home is his castle.."

[Sir
I've been by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to make you with a shotgun
On Donahue they said had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I goin to your school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in your
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 nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} believe the
this ain't the jungle fool
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't SEEN Germany
but you was for a enemy
So you found a young with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, it ain't no thang
you what I learned from the gangs
Stack em up deep in a Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole group
outside a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two in his butt
I solve racism with a gat
but is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!

"You ask me the niggers around
treated awful bad for a long time.."

[The One]
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em with a
Nail em to a cross and em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
been said that this would happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the crib insult for my force
I had to North
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, to the black man'
Burned a in front of the hideout
Hopin they could get my to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak slowly - through the
The One is talkin trouble
skulls into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't me
Not enough body left to get an
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his
I hit em hard and it hit the
I and plot with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are worth for"

[Sir
They burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black wants
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
There's one - down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") *buck buck
It ain't done til the punk breathin;
watch Kinte get even!
It goes like that a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and tried to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a black cap yanked over my face
is takin rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm 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 - this has been a jack back!

"These boys trained activists.."

Wicked One]
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Aryan say I am!
behind the skinheads out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a attitude
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the days of
They hung many black men a tree
We fought to be free hard
and the black man's freedom not be scarred!
Callin me an African
but this, "American Psycho"
And smoke any skinhead racist
with the glock that's in my fist
And the be packed in body stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the of the skinhead clan
You know the one the spraypaint can
Drilled him a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
I took a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This got him with a jackback!"