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The people are restless\nYou're like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance\nAt the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive\nMedical attention denied, you bled and you died\nNowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper\nHolding automatic assault rifles\nWe'll send you to God, we're all lifers\nContradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous\n\nHey young world, streets are cold\nThey're washed in blood, not paved in gold\nOnce they get a grip can't break your hold\nA walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\nWe be everywhere like air\nEvery year you should see me\nIndustry in the streets, anywhere but your TV\nThis little attempted murder case couldn't keep me\nI still be oas like Blood graffiti\nPut a Decept to death, don't get it twisted\n[? ] cause I look so good in it, go get your cuit, bitches\nIf you don't like it or love it, ain't gotta like it, I love it\nWe can fight, I like punching you niggas' lights out in public\nThe sight of a lot of your blood's like a stop sign\nAnd when I'm done I'm like, \"Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.\"\nIt's Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast\nPop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes\nWorldwide boot camp your champion\n[? ] in charge of them cannons\n[? ] animals with the flammables\nWhile y'all niggas all romantical bitches\n\nHey young world, streets are cold\nThey're washed in blood, not paved in gold\nOnce they get a grip can't break your hold\nA walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\nIn the cauldron of chaos and violence I'm conditioned with this vicious habit\nBroken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet\nEmpty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic\nYou're witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict\nThese streets is like a twisted labyrinth\nI'm dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc\nIn the midst of madness I switched it and spat it\nQuick paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered\nI write, I'm alright, it's just savage, hustling and switching rackets\nSo I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots\nOf course I'm shooting to live rich and lavish\nBut your outfit ain't about shit, we're cut from a different fabric\nThe sin is addict, it's cinematic, I been erratic\nSince I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse\nI hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell\nNow I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell\n\nHey young world, streets are cold\nThey're washed in blood, not paved in gold\nOnce they get a grip can't break your hold\nA walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\nI keep fighting war, I keep writing raw\nClassic shit updated, Street Fighter 4\nYou a sucker for love that keep wife and whores\nDrive an Acura Integra, so '94\nI'm so shiny boy you can look at your watch\nDon't look too long duke, you might get shot\nGun blast, bullets rubbing your bones\nShoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone P!\nAin't nobody fucking with mine\nDavid Patterson can't see so you know we rob the government blind\nStuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes\nHustling dimes, duke I get you stuck for your shine\nRugged is prime, you are a thing of the past\nLeader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.95] It's I'll Bill the abominable, I'm sicker than vomit in food\n[00:17.04] Osama Bin Laden of goons, you're all mine to abuse\n[00:20.01] You don't overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes\n[00:22.95] You not built for these weapons I use\n[00:25.00] The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture\n[00:28.08] Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts\n[00:30.06] Hard like hitting cars with bazookas\n[00:33.08] Been the future, crucial manoeuvres confusing to the usual consumers\n[00:36.04] Who you fooling? 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The people are restless\n  You're like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance\n  At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive\n  Medical attention denied, you bled and you died\n  Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper\n  Holding automatic assault rifles\n  We'll send you to God, we're all lifers\n  Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous\n\n  Hey young world, streets are cold\n  They're washed in blood, not paved in gold\n  Once they get a grip can't break your hold\n  A walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\n  We be everywhere like air\n  Every year you should see me\n  Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV\n  This little attempted murder case couldn't keep me\n  I still be oas like Blood graffiti\n  Put a Decept to death, don't get it twisted\n  [? ] cause I look so good in it, go get your cuit, bitches\n  If you don't like it or love it, ain't gotta like it, I love it\n  We can fight, I like punching you niggas' lights out in public\n  The sight of a lot of your blood's like a stop sign\n  And when I'm done I'm like, \"Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones.\"\n  It's Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast\n  Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes\n  Worldwide boot camp your champion\n  [? ] in charge of them cannons\n  [? ] animals with the flammables\n  While y'all niggas all romantical bitches\n\n  Hey young world, streets are cold\n  They're washed in blood, not paved in gold\n  Once they get a grip can't break your hold\n  A walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\n  In the cauldron of chaos and violence I'm conditioned with this vicious habit\n  Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet\n  Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic\n  You're witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict\n  These streets is like a twisted labyrinth\n  I'm dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc\n  In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it\n  Quick paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered\n  I write, I'm alright, it's just savage, hustling and switching rackets\n  So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots\n  Of course I'm shooting to live rich and lavish\n  But your outfit ain't about shit, we're cut from a different fabric\n  The sin is addict, it's cinematic, I been erratic\n  Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse\n  I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell\n  Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell\n\n  Hey young world, streets are cold\n  They're washed in blood, not paved in gold\n  Once they get a grip can't break your hold\n  A walk with the devil can't save your soul\n\n  I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw\n  Classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4\n  You a sucker for love that keep wife and whores\n  Drive an Acura Integra, so '94\n  I'm so shiny boy you can look at your watch\n  Don't look too long duke, you might get shot\n  Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones\n  Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone P!\n  Ain't nobody fucking with mine\n  David Patterson can't see so you know we rob the government blind\n  Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes\n  Hustling dimes, duke I get you stuck for your shine\n  Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past\n  Leader of the new school, I did my thing in the class, P\n"}]