Second Eye of Tito, uncut shit från projekt som kommer

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i got my military green coat on, mr So Long
red star hangin around my neck, baby
im the second eye of Tito, cuz i hurt them
partizan geurilla head, only urban
asphalt, dust and brickwalls
no mud, no trees, no pitfalls
just alleys, steel thats tied around the concrete
armoury stashed in the head and under carseats too
we the new time rebels
move swift through the night so they cant catch us
mafuckas get gully when we do things
cars blown up, i put the fire to the fueltank
we Stalingrading, corner to corner
building to building, hunger is built in
build of iron fist, black eyes, science is
as good as any weapon for the movement, truthin
we dont do standstills, moving
crossed rubicon last month, rawk shootin
drinkin ethanol made from dumped in
grains from the soil that we poured our blood in
"somethings wrong with rawk, let bump him"
this box is a thong, thats what we pack you cunts in
if you try to cross us, nail you to crosses
displayed on the highway to the border
you dont want a pissed of me on your hands
mind of Stalin after Lenin died - damn
movin in the dark - under the radar
when you DO see me, man, nothing can save y'all




i got my military green pants on, mr Hands On
red star hanging from my neck, baby
im the second eye of Tito, cuz i hurt them
partizan geurilla sergeant, only urban, heard them
talk about the digital warfare tactics
translating Castro into binary language
motherfuckers hungry, we feed them
estate eating, headcase, when the chest say bleed, you bleeding
when it says peace, you breathing - less paint
less talk, lets aim and let off this face paint-in gang of shots
led-stained-with-angern pop-pop, Rawk to your brain
you dont want pain, man, you dont want Rawk
you dont wanna train, man, you just wan pop shit
you dont wanna feel, man, you dont wanna see
you dont wanna heal, man, you dont wanna bleed
you just wanna keep whatever you want to keep
and ignore it morally, in order for you to sleep
so we come to your doorsteps, Spartacus and poor kids
with hayforks from haystacks, ambushin Maybachs

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Varför folk sover förstår jag inte, dope shit!

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tack...pluralis....bobby.... they dont wanna feel, they dont wanna see........gah.

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