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times are surely here\n[02:05.26] Snakes and flakes get flung by the righteous ones\n[02:08.07] Divine minds combine and unify as one\n[02:10.31] Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit\n[02:13.15] Our everlastin' essence stays flyin' over Egypt\n[02:14.82] For you to defeat the gods, impossible\n[02:23.87] You can never defeat a gods, impossible\n[02:34.21] For you to defeat the gods, impossible\n[02:40.76] Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmie\n[02:43.39] Don't go, son, nigga, you my motherfucking heart\n[02:45.84] Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba\n[02:48.30] She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya\n[02:50.75] The ambulance is takin' too long\n[02:52.77] Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, give me your jack\n[02:55.71] 1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn\n[02:58.88] Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly\n[03:01.08] Nah, Jamie, don't start that shit\n[03:03.50] Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we 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cast out my heaven, now we share\n[03:45.94] Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wallies like ketchup\n[03:48.63] Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it\n[03:51.04] It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's\n[03:53.72] Second grade, humped the teachers, about to leave\n[03:56.04] Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end\n[03:58.59] He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10\n[04:00.81] Now what my man is tryna tell y'all (you can never)\n[04:03.98] Is that across the whole globe\n[04:06.99] The murder rates is increasin' and we decreasin' (no, no, never)\n[04:10.85] So at the same time, when you play with guns\n[04:14.24] When you play with guns, son (you can never defeat the gods)\n[04:16.49] That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own\n[04:19.94] You hear me? 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What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care\n  Cause the last days and times are surely here\n  Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones\n  Divine minds bind, we unified as one\n  Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit\n  Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt\n\n  Tekitha\n\n  For you to defeat, the Gods\n  Impossible, you can never... defeat\n  The Gods, impossible\n  For you to defeat, the Gods\n\n  Three: Ghostface Killah\n\n  Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit\n  Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart\n  Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba\n  She'll be three in January, your young God needs you\n  The ambulance is taking too long\n  Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack\n  One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn\n  Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly\n  Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit\n  Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up\n  When 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Beenie Man swung on Helen\n  In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin\n  But suddenly a chill came through it was weird\n  Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share\n  Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup\n  Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it\n  It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's\n  Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave\n  Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end\n  He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten\n\n  Raekwon and Tekitha\n\n  Now what my man is trying to tell y'all\n  Is that across the whole globe (you can never)\n  The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)\n  So at the same time, when you play with guns\n  When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)\n  That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)\n  You hear me, so let's pay attention\n  Straight up and down, cause this is only a story\n  From the 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Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen\n  Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere\n  Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere\n  Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here\n  Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear\n  Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements\n  Eighty-Five percent tenants depended welfare recipients\n  Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp\n  At night I walk through, third eye as bright as a street lamp\n  Electric microbes, robotic probes\n  Taking telescope pictures of globe\n  babies getting pierced with microchips\n  Stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated\n  Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated\n  Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration\n  Testing poison in prison population\n  My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan\n  Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men\n  Like Bartholomew, cause every particle is physical article\n  Was diabolical 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lightly touched his jaw and kissed him\n  Rubbed his hair, turned around, an ambulance was there\n  Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke\n  Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke\n  Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen\n  In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin'\n  But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird\n  Felt like my man was cast out my heaven, now we share\n  Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wallies like ketchup\n  Deep like the Paul assassination with a sketch of it\n  It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's\n  Second grade, humped the teachers, about to leave\n  Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end\n  He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10\n\n  Now what my man is tryna tell y'all\n  Is that across the whole globe\n  The murder rates is increasin' and we decreasin'\n  So at the same time, when you play with guns\n  When you play with guns, son\n  That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own\n  You hear me? 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80270\n- text: United Nations, gun fire style patient\n  start_ms: 80270\n  end_ms: 82810\n- text: Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation\n  start_ms: 82810\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87950\n- text: We want sanitary food, planetary conquest\n  start_ms: 87950\n  end_ms: 90640\n- text: Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit\n  start_ms: 90640\n  end_ms: 93080\n- text: Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit\n  start_ms: 93080\n  end_ms: 95350\n- text: Dreams is free in escape of sleep\n  start_ms: 95350\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100430\n- text: The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind\n  start_ms: 100430\n  end_ms: 103040\n- text: The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate\n  start_ms: 103040\n  end_ms: 105590\n- text: the whole Babylon, times up, move on\n  start_ms: 105590\n  end_ms: 108150\n- text: Kings on your 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end_ms: 135670\n- text: For you to defeat, the Gods\n  start_ms: 135670\n  end_ms: 140530\n- text: Impossible, you can never... defeat\n  start_ms: 140530\n  end_ms: 147620\n- text: The Gods, impossible\n  start_ms: 147620\n  end_ms: 153330\n- text: For you to defeat, the Gods\n  start_ms: 153330\n  end_ms: 160610\n- text: Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit\n  start_ms: 160610\n  end_ms: 163670\n- text: Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart\n  start_ms: 163670\n  end_ms: 165730\n- text: Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba\n  start_ms: 165730\n  end_ms: 168340\n- text: She'll be three in January, your young God needs you\n  start_ms: 168340\n  end_ms: 170830\n- text: The ambulance is taking too long\n  start_ms: 170830\n  end_ms: 172780\n- text: Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack\n  start_ms: 172780\n  end_ms: 175750\n- text: One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn\n  start_ms: 175750\n  end_ms: 178600\n- text: Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly\n  start_ms: 178600\n  end_ms: 181140\n- text: Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit\n  start_ms: 181140\n  end_ms: 183300\n- text: Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up\n  start_ms: 183300\n  end_ms: 185870\n- text: When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks\n  start_ms: 185870\n  end_ms: 188380\n- text: In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks\n  start_ms: 188380\n  end_ms: 191280\n- text: He pointed to the charm on his neck\n  start_ms: 191280\n  end_ms: 192700\n- text: With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect\n  start_ms: 192700\n  end_ms: 196630\n- text: I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids\n  start_ms: 196630\n  end_ms: 198380\n- text: Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig\n  start_ms: 198380\n  end_ms: 200960\n- text: Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth\n  start_ms: 200960\n  end_ms: 203470\n- text: With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on\n  start_ms: 203470\n  end_ms: 206010\n- text: She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him\n  start_ms: 206010\n  end_ms: 208550\n- text: Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there\n  start_ms: 208550\n  end_ms: 210920\n- text: Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke\n  start_ms: 210920\n  end_ms: 213780\n- text: Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke\n  start_ms: 213780\n  end_ms: 216210\n- text: Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen\n  start_ms: 216210\n  end_ms: 218660\n- text: In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin\n  start_ms: 218660\n  end_ms: 221190\n- text: But suddenly a chill came through it was weird\n  start_ms: 221190\n  end_ms: 223540\n- text: Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share\n  start_ms: 223540\n  end_ms: 225890\n- text: Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup\n  start_ms: 225890\n  end_ms: 228650\n- text: Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it\n  start_ms: 228650\n  end_ms: 231260\n- text: It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's\n  start_ms: 231260\n  end_ms: 233720\n- text: Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave\n  start_ms: 233720\n  end_ms: 236390\n- text: Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end\n  start_ms: 236390\n  end_ms: 238670\n- text: He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten\n  start_ms: 238670\n  end_ms: 241290\n- text: Now what my man is trying to tell y'all\n  start_ms: 241290\n  end_ms: 243310\n- text: Is that across the whole globe (you can never)\n  start_ms: 243310\n  end_ms: 247800\n- text: The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)\n  start_ms: 247800\n  end_ms: 250630\n- text: So at the same time, when you play with guns\n  start_ms: 250630\n  end_ms: 254100\n- text: When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)\n  start_ms: 254100\n  end_ms: 256170\n- text: That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)\n  start_ms: 256170\n  end_ms: 259730\n- text: You hear me, so let's pay attention\n  start_ms: 259730\n  end_ms: 263030\n- text: Straight up and down, cause this is only a story\n  start_ms: 263030\n  end_ms: 266460\n- text: From the real\n  start_ms: 266460\n  end_ms: 268100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 268100\nplain: |-\n  Yo... check check it\n  You can never defeat\n  Yo check the method of this shit right here one time\n  The Gods\n  Sparkin your braincells to the upmost\n  Impossible\n  Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded\n  You can never defeat\n  You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas\n  The Gods\n  Yo, yo\n\n  Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence\n  Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant\n  The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams\n  Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen\n  everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere\n  Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere\n  Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here\n  Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear\n  Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants\n  Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients\n  Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp\n  At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp\n  Electric microbes, robotic probes\n  Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips\n  stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated\n  Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated\n  Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration\n  Testin poison in prison population\n  My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan\n  Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men\n  like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article\n  was diabolical to the last visible molecule\n  A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron\n  Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron\n\n  United Nations, gun fire style patient\n  Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation\n  Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest\n  We want sanitary food, planetary conquest\n  Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit\n  Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit\n  Dreams is free in escape of sleep\n  For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time\n  The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind\n  The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate\n  the whole Babylon, times up, move on\n  Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes\n  opposed through the gate, case closed\n  Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones\n  were holding guns, we take flight with no fright\n  and attack, never fear cause our words is clear\n  What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care\n  Cause the last days and times are surely here\n  Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones\n  Divine minds bind, we unified as one\n  Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit\n  Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt\n\n  For you to defeat, the Gods\n  Impossible, you can never... defeat\n  The Gods, impossible\n  For you to defeat, the Gods\n\n  Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit\n  Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart\n  Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba\n  She'll be three in January, your young God needs you\n  The ambulance is taking too long\n  Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack\n  One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn\n  Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly\n  Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit\n  Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up\n  When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks\n  In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks\n  He pointed to the charm on his neck\n  With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect\n  I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids\n  Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig\n  Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth\n  With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on\n  She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him\n  Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there\n  Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke\n  Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke\n  Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen\n  In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin\n  But suddenly a chill came through it was weird\n  Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share\n  Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup\n  Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it\n  It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's\n  Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave\n  Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end\n  He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten\n\n  Now what my man is trying to tell y'all\n  Is that across the whole globe (you can never)\n  The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)\n  So at the same time, when you play with guns\n  When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)\n  That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)\n  You hear me, so let's pay attention\n  Straight up and down, cause this is only a story\n  From the real\n"}]