[Intro: repeat 2X] Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict
[Virtuoso] I used to think all conflicts had one victor But as the world gets sicker I realize that the Final Conflict has no victor The Sword of the Lictor paints the picture This pen could change the scripture, this gat could maim and split ya If the drum track is the pulse, the orchestra is playin your heart strings The needle touch the record, a sharp sting The total blackness like my stainless steel lung from smokin cactus This ain't "Inside the Actors Studio" with James Lipton These are deranged visions, brain twist addiction from a man on an insane mission trying to change the game, listen Splittin skulls like cliffdivers jumping drunk head first Pull gats from the ground to get around on this dead earth versus insurmountable odds with trillions of dollars annually gone on account of the fraud And the counter departments of the Lord, houses of God When thousands are hard, and meals are gettin thrown in the garbage And we spoiled rotten little children shot in broad daylight And the cradle of civilization is choppin off clitorises, it ain't right And our natural green sources crumble, watch as they fall We harness the Sun's energy like Sergeant Kamal in Bangladesh, like monumental structures like Louis Khan On a search for my architect like his bastard son Pass the gun, the V to the I onto the T-U-O-S-O See you, wouldn't wanna be you Cause we move flows like rocks in Rio Piedras Called anjels, got nailed to a cross but V is no savior My voice dance not my feet cause V isn't Savion Glover but motherfuckers run from the big bang The gang shake your hand then shoot at you all Preach peace with a sadistic streak, the Buddhist Saddam Unusual calm, in the face of total devastation society's facin wrestlin implosion like the Greco-Romans Check the omen, we take back what they've stolen Even strapped in Iraq, while back home big bangs explodin It's the Final Conflict
[repeat 3X] Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's
[Virtuoso] + Wu-Tang samples It's big bang, now who wants war? "Born ready, my machete" Blue Sky Black Death "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Soldier of fortune, lost in the madness" "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Brandish a weapon or get dropped to the canvas" "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide" "I'm born ready, get torn by my machete" "Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide"
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[Virtuoso] I used to think all conflicts had one victor But as the world gets sicker I realize that the Final Conflict has no victor The Sword of the Lictor paints the picture This pen could change the scripture, this gat could maim and split ya If the drum track is the pulse, the orchestra is playin your heart strings The needle touch the record, a sharp sting The total blackness like my stainless steel lung from smokin cactus This ain't "Inside the Actors Studio" with James Lipton These are deranged visions, brain twist addiction from a man on an insane mission trying to change the game, listen Splittin skulls like cliffdivers jumping drunk head first Pull gats from the ground to get around on this dead earth versus insurmountable odds with trillions of dollars annually gone on account of the fraud And the counter departments of the Lord, houses of God When thousands are hard, and meals are gettin thrown in the garbage And we spoiled rotten little children shot in broad daylight And the cradle of civilization is choppin off clitorises, it ain't right And our natural green sources crumble, watch as they fall We harness the Sun's energy like Sergeant Kamal in Bangladesh, like monumental structures like Louis Khan On a search for my architect like his bastard son Pass the gun, the V to the I onto the T-U-O-S-O See you, wouldn't wanna be you Cause we move flows like rocks in Rio Piedras Called anjels, got nailed to a cross but V is no savior My voice dance not my feet cause V isn't Savion Glover but motherfuckers run from the big bang The gang shake your hand then shoot at you all Preach peace with a sadistic streak, the Buddhist Saddam Unusual calm, in the face of total devastation society's facin wrestlin implosion like the Greco-Romans Check the omen, we take back what they've stolen Even strapped in Iraq, while back home big bangs explodin It's the Final Conflict
[repeat 3X] Sound the alarm, it's the final conflict Release the convicts and drop the bombs it's
[Virtuoso] + Wu-Tang samples It's big bang, now who wants war? "Born ready, my machete" Blue Sky Black Death "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Soldier of fortune, lost in the madness" "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Brandish a weapon or get dropped to the canvas" "Born ready, get torn by my machete" "Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide" "I'm born ready, get torn by my machete" "Double trouble, triple sickness plus genocide"
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