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Foreplay of War
Written by: Critical Mood
Produced by: 6th Militant
The truth is not a fetus can't abort it then toss it
Don't even try to call me if your mind gets offended
For calling lies out as bullshit, the vicious type of tactics ...
That's taintin' your blood and rapin' your sister for practice
CIA agents escapin' the grasp of the courts
To the wannabes in CSIS payin' moles to distort
I'm watchin' and sickened despite media reportin' at last
But it's clear if you're a Muslim they'll jump on your ass
And pacify, makin' minorities accept subservience
Cops can cap this asian cause I'm sick of this medicine
I'm close to overdosin', when I'm pissed I give hell
Testin' my cell and spittin' bullets at bitches, wishin' you well
History's repeatin' and you still don't know what's about
The countless thousands murdered by the squads you dare to pimp out
From East Timor, the support, the kuarto for Suharto*
Ngayon ang tamang araw para makita lahat ng mga puto**
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Leave you lame without names, grenades lightin' your way
Throwin' 'em back, spirited, jacked, learnin' alphabets to the AK
Could say I be seekin' a new day, these shots that I lick are
foreplay
The edge providin' the comfort so you can lay right there where
you're slayed
I'm bound for hell and I know in heaven I'll be a no show
The cancer in my lungs will clot the shit out of my blood flow
If I die I believe that all ya'll are givin' them hell
Your voice will be the murderous, refusin' on what they sell
Anak ng puta, it seems that they got you again ***
Another Nicaragua spillin' out right there where you stand
Supporting dictatorships, the most brutal and kind ...
They'll fund your god-damn graves and deny you a sign
I'm jacked by the finest drugs, most complex of the demons
Love surrounded by hate and the most bitter of feelings
I wanna get close but my rage is keepin' me blind
Exiled from my home like a child denied Palestine
There's nothing new with the facts I smear on your face
The truth is blunt and vulgar don't let the chance just fall to
waste
I seek for retribution, the victims of intervention
The many 9-11's you crooks forget to mention
Latino America to Middle East you feast
This bomb I seek to explode will be felt from West to East
Cause I'm disgusted by so-called brothers who turn their backs
Regardless of whether you're red, brown, yellow or black
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The whores with impoverished philosophies, fine with they crumbs
Status quo supporters cause their views remain lazy and dumb
And this is the norm, quote me, the bed where Uncle Tom sleeps
Infested by fascists with so called democratic beliefs
When they out to enforce their laws and system on those who don't
want 'em
This is the world that we live in with this newly found religion
And if a revolution comes to fruition and it's leavin' me wet
I'll slit the Prime Minister's throat and leave that bitch at your
step
Come and arrest me, it's battle rap muthafucka
Instead of battling MC's, I'm making threats to your order
Like Human Rights Watch disproving Israel's ridiculous claims
The Times will never let these evident facts rise on to fame
Critical Mood, yes, I know I'm psychologically unstable
But these arguments I tout are alive, aware and they're able
I can hear voices and cries that are stemmin' from prison
The ones with no attention, known but still hidden from vision
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