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They hung another nigga up yesterday
They killed little black woman again then, let her Cracker killers walk away
I know, I know, It's all the same
I never said that it would result in change
But all I'm saying, me and your black ass should blow up the New York Stock Exchange
The block hot like it's some pots and pans, so I copped a box of blueprints to the Federal Reserve, nigga
So yeah, me and you should draw up some plans
All the A-listers from Epstein's Island kept being quiet
And, steps being wired from ankle devices
You lying bitch, you don't got no motherfucking virus
I've seen it all before and add up like a 3 and a 1
Won't see me knee-deep in a 23 and 1 unless the scheme been done
Heat seeking V2's we got from the Nazi's my team gonna need them a bunch
We the demon bunch
Come through and clean you up and won't leave a crumb
Not even sneaker tongues
Bitch ass nigga, suck my dick