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"Wastelands" This is war with no weapons, Marching with no stepping, Murder with no killing, Illing every direction. First, no sequel, do the math, No equal John with no Yoko More power, less people And no I'm not afraid of that Print in your paperback Every rap is made in fact To act as a delayed attack Every phrase a razor blade That's saved until they play it back To slay and leave 'em laying on the pavement Bang Fade to black In the wastelands of today, When there's nothing left to lose, And and there's nothing more to take, But you force yourself to choose, In the wastelands of today, When tomorrow disappears When the future slips away, And your hope turns into fear, In the wastelands of today Roll credits, to get it, The show's done, They're talking for just talking, But meaning they got none, None of 'em come proper, They talk like a shotgun, But how many got bred with integrity, Not one So no, I'm not afraid to see these suckers hold a blade to me, Ain't a way to shake the ground I built before you came to be, Take it how you take it, I'm the opposite of vacancy, And this is not negotiation, y'all can hate and And wait and see...
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