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Bulls on Parade


The Microphone
explodes, Shattering the molds
Ya either drop the hits like De La O or get tha fuck off the commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop and don’t copy yo, don’t call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin’, quenchin’ the thirst of
tha power dons
That Five Sided Fist-A-Gon

Tha Rotten sore
on tha face of mother earth gets
bigger
tha triggers cold empty ya purse

*Chorus*

They rally
round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes,
not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an Movin’
They don’t gotta burn tha books they just remove ‘em

While arms
warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round the family
pockets full of shells
Bulls on Parade

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